Monday, 2 July 2012

Closing Time

The night she is a true companion
They shuffle in
They hear the sound
But by night's end
It's night's abandon
You look across the floor
Ain't anyone around

So stack those chairs upon those tables
And stack those empties upon that bar
And count your money
And count my money
And hear those bottles ringing
And know where you are

The night's all that's left behind
You take your part and i'll take mine
And go on home
It's closin time

Closin' Time
Lyle Lovett

Robert Doisneau - the stairway

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