Five OClock 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
But its a five oclock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And theres a five oclock me inside my clothes
Thinkin that the world looks fine

Tradin my time for the pay I get
Livin on money that I aint made yet
Gotta keep goin, gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day
Cause its a five oclock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And theres a long haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind

In the shelter of her arms every things 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
In my five oclock world, she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
Cause every time my baby smiles at me
I know that its all worthwhile