Closing Time - The Monochrome Set

No one is at home

And no one has called

It’s not that I’m alone

And why all these questions

Don’t read me like a book

Mistake me for another

Your kind of help worries me

The kettle is boiling

The kettle is boiling

In my once understandable heart

There’s some talk

But I think it’s gonna be a fight

There’s an army without a face

Closing down my better points