it's five minutes to five
she's been keeping me waiting
trying hard to survive
in my mind I'm creating
on thin ice I am skating
I've been waiting all day
wondring what I should say
if she comes
or she runs
was she once in love with me
was it just a mystery
would she start to cry
would she lie
why
should I even know
if she told me so
if
I stop
believing
I'd have nothing left
time to catch my breath
but I'm still alive
and I'm still pretending
five minutes unto five
sitting in a cafe
sipping coffee and watching the rain
watching the people come and go
again and again and again
time passes so slowly
anxiety rises and falls
is this the end or beginning
or was love a dream after all
five minutes of five
I've been sitting here waiting
I guess I should leave
but I'm still hesitating
if I count to ten
and I start all over again
maybe I'll get to a million
by when becomes then
all across the city
and all across the world
some guy alone at a sidewalk cafe
he waits for a girl
sometimes he is lucky
sometimes in the sun
but more often, more often than not
she never ever comes
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