It's cold out here mother, what you doing to me?
This isn't my idea of good company
It seems like I've heard everything I need to have heard
But I still don't understand a word
The humor here is dry I don't get the joke
I seem to attract the weirdest folk
Our minds are of the same kind, they're tired and worn
We were born in a strange time to be born
Closing up on reasoning, closing up on the middle ground
Into the night time mind and the day time grind
And the finding strength and the first light of morning
And before I risk all that to relying on luck
I'm closing, closing up, I'm closing up
Well, I drink another drink but I pace myself
If I want a good life I must take care of my health
Think about tomorrow tie up all the loose ends
Never forget who are my real friends
Closing up on reasoning, closing up on the middle ground
Into the night time mind and the day time grind
And the finding strength and the first light of morning
And before I risk all that to relying on luck
I'm closing, closing up, I'm closing up
Did you hear about the man
Who wrote the story of his life
On the back of his hand?
He gotta start his life over again
Look round for someone to blame
When it all got washed up in the rain
He gotta start his life over again
Closing up on reasoning, closing up on the middle ground
Into the night time mind and the day time grind
And the finding strength and the first light of morning
And before I risk all that to relying on luck
I'm closing, closing up, I'm closing up

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