2 o clock in the afternoon The afternoon, I'm trapped inside No ones home but the icicles they melt away Its pony-boy I feel just like 3 o clock I turn on the tube Just to hear background noise Its 3 o clock and theres nothing left to do you know
But feel like motorcycle boy Dear johnny, im lonely, unholy, don't you miss me? 5 o clock in the afternoon The afternoon we're trapped inside 5 o clock and now theres nothing to do you know But drink away into the night