ten to eight

early in the morning when you wake up
and your sleepy head is into make-up
when you gaze into your mirror
while you paint your face
and you check your eyelashes making sure they're in place
and your mind wanders off into another time

and you think of him
and how it should have lasted
while the disc jockey man gives you the weather forecast
memory makes you feel so mellow
while it gets you high
and you remember how you laughed
and how he made you cry
then you look into your mirror as you brush your hair

brush your hair to the rythm of the music playing on the radio
paint your face while you listen to the talking of the jockey on the early morning show
put your troubles in the back of your mind
coz' the temperature outside is just fine
and it's ten to eight
and you ain't got the time
(and you just ain't got the time...)

so you walk across your room
and start to make your bed
then you slip into your jeans
your eyes still feel like lead
and the memories seem to vanish
but the thought's still there
and you tell yourself you don't
but deep inside you still care
deep inside you still care...