Man of sorrow

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.