4 AM

It’s 4 AM and, I’m heading south.
The pubs are closed, I’m down and out
All those years we managed, for that I am proud.

Yeahh 4 AM, every time
You came Home without a dime
Dare to ask me when I’m gonna sign.

Well on 4 AM, Suitcase packed
Shouting loud you‘ll regret
The kids they had to stay in bed.

Now at 4 AM, All alone,
Tried to but there’s no one Home
Misery feels bad to the bone.

Once we all be out of sight
there is a need, it’s a change of light
At 4 AM I’m heading south 
there must be a sun behind the cloud.