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