5 AM (1975 Studio Version)

Diana's on the bed sleeping off a drunk
Simon's on the floor at the foot of the trunk
Roger's on the carpet with his mouth open wide
Hoping I will stick my head inside

Well, Kate's in the corner with her platinum hair
The camera's on the table with its icy stare
The fondue dish is full of sunflower seeds
Well now, they go dancin' on the stove, [with its beads and its bells?]
And me, I just feel like hell

At 5 a.m. in the morning, yeah
With no one to talk to n'
No one to walk with n'
No one to keep me company
But me

Horses in the bookcase, madonnas in the hall
Inca indians are hanging on the wall
Dylan is in the high chair catching his breath
While the Sun is in the ashtray catching its death of cold
And me, I just feel so old

At 5 a.m. in the morning, yeah
With no one to talk to n'
No one to walk with n'
No one to keep me company
But me

Well, the automatic sprinklers are doing the grass
The Doberman is barking at the cars going past
The guy down the block is on his way to work
The pupils and my eyelids are doing the jerk
When the Sun is coming over the hills
Well now, he won't do it but a sister will

Well, the cat is in the garbage can looking for bones
And it looks like I'm just left all alone
Playing my guitar
[Birds chirping]
At 5 a.m. in the morning, yeah
With no one to talk to n'
No one to walk with n'
No one to keep me company
But me
But me

[Birds chirping]