Late September 

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