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