Up every morning just to keep a job
I have to work my way through the hustling mob
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
But when you try so hard just to be someone
To be someone you want to be
All my hang-ups, put-downs, count me out
Give me something else to believe
Yeah, yeah

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm returning to you
And it's a five o'clock shadow when the missile blows
I thank God for you

Working so hard for the pay I get
Living on money that I ain't made yet
Five cups of coffee just to be myself
When I'd rather be somebody else
Yeah, yeah

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm returning to you
And it's a five o'clock shadow when the missile blows
I thank God for you

I know a place
Where we can hide from the human race outside
The countdown's started and your bags are packed
We leave this planet tonight, my dear, let's fly
Yeah, yeah, yeah

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay
She smiles and the world goes whistlin' away
She gives me reason to carry on
When every other reason is gone
Yeah, yeah

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm returning to you
And it's a mighty small planet when the missile blows
I thank God for you
It's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm returning to you
And it's a mighty small planet when the missile blows
I thank God for you, thank God for you

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ALLEN REYNOLDS