clock says five o nine
it's a cold, rainy day
how in the name of god
clock says five o nine
it's a cold, rainy day
how in the name of god
did things wind up this way
i hear the mournful cry
of a tugboat in the bay
i can't figure out
what to think or say
and i know it's all gone to hell
who's to blame
i can't even tell
for a while it all seemed so well
now it's clear it's all gone to hell
i can't hardly move
there's a picture on the wall
it's just you and me
it looks about to fall
we've been through a lot
we've been through it all
would you be upset
if i tried to call
and i know it's all gone to hell
whos to blame
i can't even tell
for a while it all seemed so well
now it's clear it's all gone to hell
well, you look cold and wet
would you like a cup of tea
won't you stay a while
a final reverie
i think that's the last of it
take a look around and see
no more trace of you
except what's left in me
and i know it's all gone to hell
who's the blame i can't even tell
for a while it all seemed so well
but now it's clear it's all gone to hell
now it's clear it's all gone to hell