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 humour 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 my self
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 here 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
