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The sun goes down,

the clocks punched out.

Stay the weekend,

cause the whole worlds out of town.



They're off to fight in foreign lands,

and to keep their memorial day plans.

Got to keep the calendar full,

so there's something to celebrate in the future.



Yet all we have is now, they say-

Yea i know it's true, so why...



are they waiting for tomorrow and their payday?



I don't know, it makes no sense,

but will you stay and come again.

This ghost town closes at ten,

but we can keep it open..



If you're open minded.

Don't confuse my words,

that's not where they're going,

that's not my definition



of possibility.



It's not romeoic,

or lust driven.

Or on the side of a bus

for that matter.



Well, as if there's any difference.

It's all cardboard dressed as marble and wood finishes.



I'm not a poster child for someone elses idea.

The choices out there are as untouched as they are clear.



So dive into that water and stay out of the wood chipper.

Another tick of the clock holds freedoms daughter

When the sun goes down,

the clocks punched out.

Stay the weekend,

cause the whole worlds out of town.