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