four in the morning

these night streets shine 
black and silver in the rain
a dog somewhere barks
at a slow-moving train
the whole town is still
except for your brain
running full-speed
at four in the morning

thinking about loneliness
thinking about sex
thinking if there's money
to cover those checks
thinking about each mistake
and all its effects
magnified
at four in the morning

thinking how there's no kids
thinking how there's no wife
hey! let's think about death
and what comes after life
what to play at the funeral?
louis armstrong
mack the knife
but there's no music
at four in the morning

get out of bed
in the dead of the night
go in the bathroom
turn on the light
you and your hashpipe
will now reunite
smokin' and tokin'
at four in the morning

but that don't help
now you're more wide awake
in times like these
drastic measures you take
drive to McD's for 
a big mac and a shake
chocolate please
at four in the morning

driving back home
it's a quarter to five
everybody's asleep
but you feels so alive
you just wish that you'd
ordered a large bag of fries
supersized!
at four in the morning

now it's time 
to go back to bed
your mind's slowing down
and now you're well-fed
you're feeling bone-tired
at last half-past dead
fast asleep
at six in the morning

the alarm clock goes off
you need advice quick
who says that you can't
teach a old dog new tricks
you pull out your cell phone
and call in sick
and you sleep 
the rest of the morning