Budweiser clock says it's almost twelve

I tipped the bartender, he rang that old bell

San Bernardino nights are great but they sure don't feel like home

Right now in Tulsa they've turned up the lights

The band has stopped playin', they've called it a night

She's makin' her way to the front door I know

She won't be leavin' alone



If it's midnight in California, must be closin' time in Oklahoma

I know that she's already danced another night away

And these west coast nights sure seem colder

Knowin' somebody else's arms will hold her

Midnight in California means it's closin' time at home



I thought this distance between us might help me forget

But I've been here two weeks and it ain't happened yet

A change of scenery hasn't done a thing to change her mind



Oh, these west coast nights sure seem colder

Knowin' somebody else's arms will hold her

Midnight in California means it's closin' time at home

Yeah, midnight in California means it's closin' time at home