Five A.M.,
Well I ride my bike.
Down your street-
Oh, in the cold and light.
My head's feelin' dizzy,
But it suits the shape I'm in-
Well I made a proposition, but I'm always givin' in.
And I'm lookin' in your face,
And I'm searchin' for a reason-
For the things I should have said
To you last night.
And if you could find
You need my help.
But you wrote this play,
And you know it well.
And if you could find
You need my help.
But you know me better
Than I know myself, anyway.
Six A.M.,
Well I look like hell.
Then I spout the lines-
Oh, that you know too well.
My head's feelin' dizzy,
But it suits the shape I'm in-
And I made a proposition,
But I'm always givin' in.
But I'm lookin' in your face,
And I'm searchin' for a reason-
For the things I should have said
To you last night.
And if you could find
You need my help.
But you wrote this play,
And you know it well.
And if you could find
You need my help.
But you know me better
Than I know myself, anyway.
Eight A.M.,
Well I hit the floor.
And I climb the stairs-
Straight to your door.
My head's feelin' dizzy,
But it suits the shape I'm in-
And I made a proposition,
'Cause I'm always givin' in.
Well I'm lookin' in your face,
And I'm searching for a reason-
For the things I should have said
To you last night.
And if you could find
You need my help.
But you wrote this play,
And you know it well.
And if you could find
You need my help.
Girl you know me better
Than I know myself, anyway.
Oh-
Know myself, anyway.
Oh...