words & music by Nate Shelkey
The crowd’s thinning out
or is it just me?
Your prospects grow slim
And it’s time to leave
But wait a second man
Who’s that pretty girl there?
So you gather up your nerve
Maybe there’s a cab to share
And it’s just fine
And I don’t mind
If you’re just tryin’
To stick around
Baby, we’re goin’ home
They’re putting up the chairs
Gathering up the drinks
Picking up the drunks
And kicking out me
So I step to the stoop
Pull the collar on my coat
Put my head in my hat
And smile while I smoke
‘Cause it’s just fine
and I don’t mind
If you’re just tryin’
To stick around
Baby, we’re goin’ home
Here we are crawling up the street
The bars are closing up
And the lights shining on me
My head’s started aching
‘Cause it’s quarter till three
I should have been home now
But all our drinks were free
But it’s just fine
And I don’t mind
If you’re just tryin’
To stick around
Baby, we’re goin’ home
