When it's closing time in late September
And the streetlights search for shadows on my mind
When the bars all holler 'last call' and the moon's on her descent
I stagger towards the morning, a new day to begin
Counting down to closing time again
She swears my youthful glow is only hiding
Just beyond the borders of my mind
That these rolling hills don't bind me, they simply remind me
The sun is sinking low on all I've left behind me
Counting down to closing time again
Well darling I've been thinking, is it selfish pride
That keeps a man from sharing all the tears he hides?
'Cause when it's closing time in late September
And the summer turns slowly into fall
Our mother, with such splendor, dies in brilliant color
Thoughts once put together by a hospital room window
Counting down to closing time again
Darling I've been thinking, is it selfish pride
That keeps a man from sharing all the tears he hides?
'Cause when it's closing time in late September
It's hard to hide how much I miss her so
As the tenderness of memory unfolds itself within me
With such gravity unyielding in the land of the living
Counting down to closing time again
