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