| 5 o’clock in the morning |
| And there is no one on the street but me |
| Well, it’s 5 o’clock in the morning |
| And there is no one on the street but me |
| And I am evil, tired and lonely |
| And you’re not where you ought to be |
| I’d be so happy, baby |
| If you are where you ought to be |
| This morning, I’d be so happy, baby |
| If you were where you ought to be |
| This morning, my whole world is empty, darling |
| Because you’re not here with me |
| Don’t think that I don’t love you |
| 'Cause I don’t write you everyday |
| Don’t feel that I don’t need you |
| Because I haven’t much to say |
| I love you and I need you |
| So bad that I could cry this morning |
| Until you are here with me, baby |
| Well, there’s no way in the world for me to be satisfied |