1650 hrs March 13th 2007

Its closing time

our music is fading out

I think I'll have another drink

maybe this time a stout.

It may have been 4 years

but its like day one,

you were lonesome just like me

and just wanted some company.

But its closing time

and our music is fading out.

You lighted another cigarette

the fire cast an orange glow

on that pretty face.

I should not have fallen

in love with you girl,

we were just

not meant to be.

We never had a life together

I don't even know why we tried.

So its closing time baby

and we've danced

our last dance.

I hope you enjoyed yourself

and find your way home safely,

I think I'll sit here a while more

and have another stout.