Tekstovi: Lovin Spoonful. Six O'clock.

There's something special 'bout six o'clock
In the morning when it's still too early to knock
And the dusty light shines down on the block
And reflects up and down on the hands of the clock, six o'clock, six o'clock

A few hours ago
She was standing here
Just watching the stars in our eyes
And the lights as uptights disappear

And I could feel I could say what I want
That I could nudge her and call her my confidant
And now I'm back alone with just my shadow in front
It's six o'clock, six o'clock

I went home and found
That trying to sleep was a laugh
Just watching my eyelids
Knowing my brain bids the night not to pass

I got up and got scuffling around
But somehow, it just wasn't the same happy town
And the bells didn't ring with the same happy sound
Six o'clock, six o'clock

If I go back where we parted
Could I ever be like that again?
Guess, I'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow
But what can I do? Tell me

Guess, I'll go back home
And just wait until dawn
Guess, I had to learn
Going back where we were wouldn't help at all

And I wish my head had been working right
We'd have gone for coffee and talked all night
Now I'm back alone gettin' twisted uptight
Six o'clock, six o'clock

Now I'm back alone
Yes, now I'm back alone
I'm back alone