Willard Grant Conspiracy Closing Time
There's a place in Sand Canyon
Where the sun is always set
Beneath the Sierra Nevadas
In the shadow of a cliff
There's a face in the mirror
I haven't seen yet
This bar looks as good as any
For a little refreshment
Closing time, closing time
I'll sit here awhile
And drink this bottle real slow
Let the jukebox lull me gently
Before it's time to go
Closing time, closing time
Turn the key, lock the door, I'm going home
Give me refuge from the daylight
Give me solace in the night
Let me tithe in the only church I know
One more drink before the lights go low
Closing time, closing time
Closing time, closing time
Turn the key, lock the door, I'm going home
