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

(Lovett)

Lyle Lovett

1986

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Robert Doisneau - the stairway