This is the way we walk,
This is how we walk,
At closing time,
These are the songs we sing,
These are our songs,
At closing time,
And in the clear, of dear sweet moonshine,
We'll walk back to where we started,
On own again.

This is my favourite time,
Drink up now and move outside,
It's closing time,
My most favourite lips,
Are on the girls that I kissed,
At closing time,
And in the clear, of dear sweet moonshine,
We'll walk back to where we started,
On own again.

When all the people are shuffling home,
When all the saddest things are said and done,
And all the words are brighter,
In the happy light of closing time.

We took the shortcut home,
Over the wood slat bridge,
And stood and gazed and wished,
Till all the clouds had vanished,
Nothing could be missed,
And only the river passed,
And there at the back of eleven,
In the late summer night,
A leaf landed soft and sorrowful,
And your belly was warm,
As the day was long,
And night came upon us so fast,

Would you be poor,
Not to be?,
That everything lasts for ever,
Some things don't get better,
Till you're on your own again.

When all the people are shuffling home,
When all the saddest things are said and done,
And all the words are brighter,
In the happy light of closing time.

Words and Music - Ricky Ross