Closing Time

Since I've been with Don's band, I've thought about my everyday view of life and how different live music is from that.

In my everyday life, I'm somewhat selfish and acquisitive-when I do something, I want something.  When I work hard, I want someone to pay me, or get the benefit of having a clean house, an attractive yard, whatever.  Music is so different, you give it all you've got, hope people like it, and have a great time.  But when it's gone, it's gone, you don't know whether you've made a difference or gained something, or not.

I love the process, though.  Setting up a stage, singing and mixing sound, hanging with great musicians, and even breaking down, going home, winding down, washing the cigarette smoke off my body and hair, and settling down to sleep.  Unplug them people...

Closing Time

The night she is a true companion 

They shuffle in 

They hear the sound 

But by night's end 

It's night's abandon 

You look across the floor 

Ain't anyone around 

Closing time 

Unplug them people 

And send them home 

It's closing time 

Now Kenny he's been mixing sound all evening 

Sometimes I think that boy 

He ain't got no ears 

And Kathy's laughing 

Kathy's always laughing 

Well keep on laughing Kathy 

Just make it out of here 

Closing time 

Unplug them people 

And send them home 

It's closing time 

So stack those chairs upon those tables 

And stack those empties upon that bar 

And count your money 

And count my money 

And hear those bottles ringing 

You know where you are 

Closing time 

Unplug them people 

And send them home 

It's closing time 

The night's all that's left behind 

You take your part and I'll take mine 

And go on home 

It's closing time