Five O'clock World

Up every mornin' just to keep a job I gotta fight my way through the hustlin' mob Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain While another day goes down the drain (yeah, yeah, yeah) But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah Holiday, yeah Tradin' my time for the pay I get Livin' on money that I ain't made yet Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way But I live for the end of the day (yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know To ease my troubled mind, yeah Holiday, yeah In the shelter of her arms, everything's okay She talks and the world goes slippin' away And I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone (yeah, yeah, yeah) In my five o'clock world, she waits for me Nothin' else matters at all 'Cause every time my baby smiles at me I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah Holiday, yeah Holiday, yeah