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