I got a call from the boys yesterday Said get ready, we're on the way It's happy hour at the BBQ bar Luther's playin' that hot guitar. Told my baby I just had to go She was cussin' as we hit the road Said, "You'll be wanted, mister, dead or alive If you don't make it back home by five." Chorus 1: I got to the wrong five o'clock I was here right on the dot Hey baby why you look so shocked She said "You got home at the wrong five o'clock." Well, I'm guilty baby, my mistake Please don't kill me for goodness sake Now I'll do anything to make it up to you She said, "Hush your mouth, there ain't no excuse." Chorus 2: For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock I was waitin' and your supper was hot In case you wonder why I changed the lock You got home at the wrong five o'clock. We were playin' pool and havin' a ball Weren't doin' anything wrong at all Then Jimmy got crazy, got thrown in jail What else was I supposed to do but post his bail. I got home at the wrong five o'clock Key wouldn't fit had to knock, knock, knock She opened the door with that pistol cocked I got home at the wrong five o'clock. Chorus 2: For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock I was waitin' and your supper was hot In case you wonder why I changed the lock You got home at the wrong five o'clock...

It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street Thoughts fill my head But then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back To the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That it has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years That have to past me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That is has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And he gives me day Gives me hope And a little dream too

It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets Thoughts fill my head but then still, no one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe that it's me That I see in the window pane It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock, and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend, and in him, I find sympathy And so I go back to the years that have past me by It is so hard to believe that it's me That I see in the window pane It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock, and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend and in him, I find sympathy He gives me day, gives me hope And a little dream too

Who is this comedian? His audience, more mice than men This superman Ukrainian, I don't know Great-grandson of the holocaust An eastern heart the west has lost Nail or carry up his cross, I don't know But he's got everyone thinking Yeah, he's got all of us thinking Can one man save the world? In a thousand years, will they say your name Or is this all in vain? Can one man save the world? Will you take my hand? Will you help me stand? Still, in the end Can one man save the world? Olena pulls him to her breast The bear, the devil stabs their chest Can one embrace raise the oppressed? I don't know Does freedom still have appetite? Is there the will, the goods to fight? Can a single flame light up the night? I don't know Yeah, but he's got you all thinking 'Cause everyone's thinking Can one man save the world? In a thousand years, will they say your name Or is this all in vain? Can one man save the world? Will you take my hand? Will you help me stand? Still in the end Can one man save the world? "Am I alone in this?" he says "Am I alone in this?" he says Are we alone? In a thousand years Will they know your name? Can one man save the world? Will you take my hand? Will you help me stand? Still in the end Can one man save the world? Will you take my hand Raise up lesser men In the end? Who is this comedian? This steel that is Ukrainian? We die, but maybe live again Can one man save the world?

My Daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday It showed a line of wagons movin' someplace far away That picture made my daddy smile, it made my Momma cry It seems like Daddy's wagon load of dreams had long since passed her by But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true Well he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life Couldn't see Momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wife He said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too cold And maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all the gold" But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true And I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin' fire Wonderin' if my Momma's will had cooled that man's desire And inside that stove upon the coals, an ashen paper lay It was a ghostly line of wagons, movin' someplace far away And the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true Oh, be careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true