It's 5 a.m.
I'm drinking coffee with my girlfriend
The sky is blue
The coffee is blacker than I've ever seen
It's getting late or I could say it's early depending on
how I want to look at this day
It doesn't really matter I don't mind starting
or ending this way
If today's a dream, tomorrow's just another fantasy
Still I can't believe you
let the springtime of your life pass you by
The more I wonder,
the more I start to worry about this crazy life of mine
But if I died tomorrow
I guess I could say I had a pretty good time
There's a fly caught in my screen
The sun bakes red into my hair
Water glass from the night before
All I can do is sit and stare
Looking out the window
Counting cars
I've got my hands in my pants but I won't get far
Because nothing takes the place of you
Nothing takes the place of you
But I stop at this red light
Beggar's got his hand on my window
I'm looking at the next street wishing I were already there
So I throw my car into gear
Pumping on the gas pedal
Skidding towards my destination
Leaving smoke and the beggar's hand in the air
Well, it's 5 a.m.
I'm drinking coffee with my girl again
The sky is steel blue
The coffee is blacker than I've ever seen
It's getting late or I could say it's early depending on
how I want to look at this day
I guess I'd better decide before my whole life slips away
