"Closing Time" -- In-depth Study
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March 19, 1992       Closing Time

Too late to change from what we are

I was calling for another drink
When I heard the hours chime
It always later than you think
but now its closing time

Too late, too late
the heart cries out
too late for one and all
too late for the fiddler and the pedal steel
too late for the ??outlaws on the wall??

when the / boss has / got his / coat on / and it / closing
time

I was / holding / card now I'm / folding / now it / closing

they ought to write the night a ticket now
for shedding its crime


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they ought

they ought to bust the night
          for speeding
don't they know that it's a crime
to turn this lovely evening
          into closing time

They ought to bust the night for speeding
don't they know that it's a crime
?? this lovely evening into
          closing
          time

They're stacking up the chairs
& they're wiping down the old polished
          bar

I ??


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When you're listening to the fiddles
then you're listening to your heart
and you're listening to the words
          you never said
to the woman that you wanted
to the children that you haunted
          with a love so fierce & ??

When you're listening to the fiddles
then you're hearing to the riddles
of the heart being answered one by one

When you're listening to the fiddles
then you're hearing all the riddles
of the heart being answered
          one by one
such as who is going to need you
and as who is going to leave you
and who is going to be your soul of ??

to run this righteous evening
off the cliffs of closing time


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they ought to hand the night a ticket
for speeding; it's got to be a crime
to run this lovely evening
off the cliffs of closing time

it's got to be a crime

to run this lovely evening off the cliffs
          of closing time


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I was dancing with a close companion
to the fiddles
          of the Lost River Hen
And the tune was making me brave
and crazy
          till the lights came on again

When the light came on like a fire bomb

The fiddler was making us crazy
the scotch was making us brave

When my watch went crazy and the lights
came on like the end of an accident

I was dying I was dancing with a very
close companion and the fiddler doing
damage to the sorrows & the shadows of my heart
And she had a face of wonder and she smelled
of scotch & ?? & she said she'd love me
better than any woman ever loved a man if
I could promise her the song would never
end


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I was dying I was dancing
with a very close companion
and the fiddles doing damage
to the sorrows and the shadows
of my shabby, of my shabby little past
of a shabby, of a shabby little past
of my shabby little, crappy little past

off the broken landfill cliffs of closing time

Don't the fiddles make you crazy
Don't the drinking make you brave
Don't the ?? make you want to
          break your chain

broken bleeding whiskey soaking cliff of
          closing time

broken bleeding whiskey soaken, lover needing

sulfer breathing cliffs of closing time

They ought to bust the night for speeding
don't they know that it's a crime
to ruin such a hopeless little evening
          off the cliffs of closing time


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and the wife & kid are waiting
and there's payments to be paying
and it isn't God or Satan

it isn't God or Satan
it's just closing time


he stands there


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I was drinking I was dancing
with a very close companion
and the fiddler doing damage
to the sorrows and the shadows
of the past

fifty dollars in your pocket
it don't matter how you talk it
no you cannot spend a dime

& the wife and kids are waiting
and there's bills to be a-paying
and the whole damn world is saying
that is closing time

and the bills there for the paying

fifty dollars in your pocket
it don't matter how you talk it
no you cannot spend a dime
when the boss has got a load on
and he's standing with his coat on
and his wife & kids are waiting
and the whole damn world is saying
that its closing time

yah and so on so on so on


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I was drinking I was dancing
with a very close companion
and the fiddler doing damage
to the shadows & the sorrows of my heart

I was drinking I was dancing
with a very close companion
She was lethal I was handsome
and the band was doing damage

She was wild and I was handsome
and the fiddler of

I was drinking I was dancing
with a very close companion
and the fiddler driving everybody mad

I was drinking I was dancing
and the fiddles they was happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running
          high

And my very close companion
took the bandage off her sandwich (damage)
and was rubbing every heart against
          her thigh


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and the fiddler pulls off something so sublime
it all gets too damn beautiful


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