6:00

"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..." "And for what?" "Well, isn't it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?" "I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane." Six o'clock and the siren kicks him from a dream, tries to shake it off but it just won't stop. Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep, and wood to chop before he sleeps. I may never get over but never's better than now, I've got bases to cover. He's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car. It's nine o'clock but he can't get out. He lights a cigarette and turns the music down, but just can't seem to shake that sound. Once I thought I'd get over but it's too late for me now, I've got bases to cover. Melody walks through the door and memory flies out the window. Nobody knows what they want until they finally let it all go. The pain inside, coming outside. The pain inside, coming outside... So many ways to drown a man, so many ways to drag him down. Some are fast and some take years and years. Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep. He finally found the sound but he's in too deep. I could never get over, is it too late for me now? Feel like blowing my cover! Melody walks through the door and memory flies out the window. Nobody knows what they want until they finally let it all go. But don't cut your losses too soon because you'll only be cutting your throat. Answer a call while you still hear at all because nobody will if you won't. "Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..." "I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane..."