5 O'clock In The Morning
It's 5 o'clock in the morning. You're lying in your bed. You wonder why
It's not morning in your head. The day is open for business. But still your
Eyes are closed. You spread your dreams like butter on your toast.
Open all the windows. And we're rolling up the blinds. All across the world
Are people wiping sleep from tired eyes. The faces on the curtains, all
The Jekylls and the Hydes are gone.
It's 6 o'clock in the morning. You're only half awake. The other half is
Shaving and the toothpaste like a snake, has slithered out the door of the
Bathroom. And it's hissing in your ear. Get up, get out, get out of here.
The sound of people being people, slowly fills the air. And all the crazy
Things they do to get from here to there. And when the one you're holding
Runs her fingers through your hair,
Shifting through the gears. It's 8 o'clock in the morning. It's been 8
O'clock for years.
The factory gates are opening to let the night shift out and the day shift
It's 9 o'clock in the morning. You've been this way before. But something
Seems to be different and you can't quite put your finger on it at all.