Closing Time In California
It must be closing time in California
They must be shuttin' down the sunset bars
That's the only time that I hear from you
Before my world lights up and yours goes dark
And there's a Western wave that called you out there
There's a Southern voice that wants you back
Can almost smell the smoke and cheap tequila
While I'm about to pour my coffee black
I've been tryin' to forget
And you've been tryin' not to miss, me and move on
It must be closing time in California
Baby, cut me off or come back home
Hmm-mm-mm
There's a ghost that dances in the driveway
In a dress that hit this hard pine floor
Bet you're still in heels in your bed sideways
Wishin' I was there to keep you warm
Damn, I wish that I was too, yeah, Lord
I've been tryin' to forget
You've been tryin' not to miss, me and move on
It must be closing time in California
Baby, cut me off or come back home
Come back home
Come back home, yeah, yeah
I guess we never got the timin' right
Yeah, it's three on your wall, and five on mine
It must be closing time in California
If what you went to find just ain't out there
Then it's closing time in California
And baby, Tennessee ain't gone nowhere
They must be shuttin' down the sunset bars
That's the only time that I hear from you
Before my world lights up and yours goes dark
And there's a Western wave that called you out there
There's a Southern voice that wants you back
Can almost smell the smoke and cheap tequila
While I'm about to pour my coffee black
I've been tryin' to forget
And you've been tryin' not to miss, me and move on
It must be closing time in California
Baby, cut me off or come back home
Hmm-mm-mm
There's a ghost that dances in the driveway
In a dress that hit this hard pine floor
Bet you're still in heels in your bed sideways
Wishin' I was there to keep you warm
Damn, I wish that I was too, yeah, Lord
I've been tryin' to forget
You've been tryin' not to miss, me and move on
It must be closing time in California
Baby, cut me off or come back home
Come back home
Come back home, yeah, yeah
I guess we never got the timin' right
Yeah, it's three on your wall, and five on mine
It must be closing time in California
If what you went to find just ain't out there
Then it's closing time in California
And baby, Tennessee ain't gone nowhere
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Chase Mcgill, Mark L. Holman, Hillary Lindsey, John Byron
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