Текст песне : Lennon. 5:30 Saturday Morning. Brake Of Your Car.

Barber at The Colorado Mountan House
Tender moments with a burnt out cigarette
I 'm dying to know what doesn't happen next
Your drunken kisses leave a bitter taste on my lips
It doesn't feel like me anymore no lover coming to the door
To rescue me in the middle of the night

And I don't understand and I don't give a damn cause it's making no sense to me
And I'm caught in between your lies and my dreams and there's no out that I can see
Maybe the sound of your voice or the brake of your car or a little more than everything
Cause it's driving me crazy and I can't understand cause it's making no sense to me

Life become one long infomercial
Selling junk only cowards will buy
I'm sitting here figuring and wondering why
Some how I've asked all the wrong questions
Cause you've had none of the answers
That these blinded eyes were looking for in you

And I don't understand and I don't give a damn cause it's making no sense to me
And I'm caught in between your lies and my dreams and there's no out that I can see
Maybe the sound of your voice or the brake of your car or a little more than everything
Cause it's driving me crazy and I can't understand cause it's making no sense to me

And I don't want to be the one you're not thinking of
And I don't want to be anywhere not near you
I'm sorry if I'm a little confused if you're leaving
Did you ever think that was the wrong thing to do?