Closing time
And there’s nowhere now to go
For a man of sorrow,
Closing time
The streets they are now empty
For a man who’s sorrows are plenty,
Closing time
Now the night is getting cold
For a man sorrow he is alone,
And he’s lost his way back home
No longer does he have a comfort zone,
This man of sorrow
Must now wait until tomorrow
For it all to start again,
And it breaks his heart.