Ten to Eight

Early in the morning, when you wake up
And your sleepy head, is into makeup
When you gaze into your mirror
As you paint your face
And you check your eyelashes
Making sure they're in place
And your mind wanders off, Into another time

Brush your hair to the rhythm of the music
Playing on your radio
Paint your face, while you listen
To the screaming of the jockey
On the early morning show
Put your troubles in the back of your mind
'Cause the temperature outside is fine

And it's ten to eight
And you ain't got the time

But you think of him
And how it should have lasted
While the disc-jockey man
Gives you the weather forecast
The 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 rhythm of the music
Playing on your radio
Paint your face, while you listen
To the screaming of the jockey
On the early morning show
Put your troubles in the back of your mind
'Cause the temperature outside is fine

And it's ten to eight
And you just ain't got the time

So, you walk across the room
And start to make your bed
You slip into your jeans
Your eyes still feel like lead

And the memory seems 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

Brush your hair to the rhythm of the music
Playing on your radio
Paint your face, while you listen
To the screaming of the jockey
On the early morning show
Put your troubles in the back of your mind
'Cause, the temperature outside is fine

And it's ten to eight
And you ain't got the time

Brush your hair to the rhythm of the music
Playing on your radio
Paint your face, while you listen
To the swinging of the jockey
On the early morning show
Put your troubles in the back of your mind
'Cause, the temperature outside is fine

And it's ten to eight
And you ain't got the time