It's funny how in life, certain songs make you a little sad, but smile a little because they were used to signal closing time at favored tippling establishments. In my case, The Glenn Miller Orchestra's "In the Mood (Mom's in Charleston, Illinois)" somebody's version of "Mr. Sandman," (The Ten Cat in Chicago) and Go West's "We Close Our Eyes," (the Park West Playlot in Chicago)
In Lincoln Park in the mid to late eighties, there was a tavern in Lincoln Park called The Park West Playlot. It was a four o'clock bar, which meant it was open until five a.m. on Saturday night/Sunday mornings. They gave "street prices" to people in the business (i.e. very cheap drinks, with the knowledge that we tipped very well, being in the business ourselves), were friendly and not too yuppie, given the area. Every few Saturdays, I'd somehow end up there with Karl, a kid I worked with. We'd talk about the things guys in their early twenties talked about; women, dreams, the future.
At closing time The Playlot would play the the vid for Go West's "We Close Our Eyes." The song and the video have come to represent, to me, a time when I was young and dreams were infinite.