Closing time

Sometimes, perhaps at the end of a short week that feels paradoxically long, or perhaps when you're feeling strangely fine, the office whispers to you in semisonic tones: "You don't have to go home but you can't stay here." That's when you know it's closing time:

Semisonic, Closing Time , Feeling Strangely Fine (1998)

Closing time — open all the doors and let you out into the world. Closing time — turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl. Closing time — one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing time — you don't have to go home but you can't stay here. I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home. Take me home . . .  Closing time — time for you to go back to the places you will be from. Closing time — this room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come. So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits — I hope you have found a friend. Closing time — every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Yeah, I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home. Take me home . . . . Closing time — time for you to go back to the places you will be from . . . . I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home. I know who I want to take me home. Take me home . . . . Closing time — every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.