Six O'Clock

(album: Listen! - 1967)

There's something special 'bout six o'clock
In the morning when it's still too early to knock
And the dusty light shines down on the block
And reflects up and down on the hands of the clock
Six o'clock, six o'clock

A few hours ago she was standing here
Just watching the stars in your eyes and the lights as uptights disappear
And I could feel I could say what I want
That I could nudge her and call her my confidante
And now I'm back alone just my shadow in front
Six o'clock, six o'clock

I went home and found that trying to sleep was rare
Just watching my eyelids knowing my brain bid the night not to care
I got up and got scuffling around
But somehow it just wasn't the same happy town
And the bells didn't ring with the same happy sound
Six o'clock, six o'clock

Guess I'll go back where we parted
Could I ever feel like that again?
Guess I'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow
But what can I do 'til then?

Guess I'll go back home and just wait until dawn
Yes, I had to learn going back where we were wouldn't help at all
And I wish my head had been working right
We'd have gone for coffee and talked all night
And now I'm back alone being twisted uptight
Six o'clock, six o'clock

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