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