There's a place in Sand Canyon   Where the sun is always set   Beneath the Sierra Nevadas   In the shadow of a cliff      There's a face in the mirror   I haven't seen yet   This bar looks as good as any   For a little refreshment      Closing time, closing time      I'll sit here awhile   And drink this bottle real slow   Let the jukebox lull me gently   Before it's time to go      Closing time, closing time      Turn the key, lock the door, I'm going home      Give me refuge from the daylight   Give me solace in the night   Let me tithe in the only church I know   One more drink before the lights go low      Closing time, closing time      Closing time, closing time      Turn the key, lock the door, I'm going home