Lyrics:

Every afternoon at five o'clock I forget all about you There ain't nothin' 'bout this honky-tonk To remind me we're through And I can put off going back To that ol' empty house you swore you'd never leave From the loneliness you handed me I can get a brief reprieve From here until closing time It won't matter you're gone I can fill up my emptiness Maybe make it on my own From now til they lock the doors Put the chairs up and sweep the floors You won't even cross my mind From here until closing time Well the good old days are good and gone Since you left without me If I could figure out where we went wrong Then maybe I'd be free From these ties that bind my foolish heart And just won't let me start my life again Then I wouldn't need this lonesome bar Where I come to pretend From here until closing time It won't matter you're gone Your memory won't break my heart I can make it on my own From now til they lock the doors Put the chairs up and sweep the floors You won't even cross my mind From here until closing time Every afternoon at five o'clock I forget all about you From Radney Foster