You're the only one who'd meet me at 5 AM
And that's fine, 'cause this piece of my mind isn't aimed at the rest of them
Many a soldier couldn't sleep tonight and didn't wait for reveille to rise;
We climbed on the rooftops and sang as a choir that famous reprise:
Daddy, I asked you nice—so nice—to put up the fight till you won
And all I got was a morning sky reading, "The doing's been done."
Love, where are you now?
Love, I did what you told me
Hey, Love—I can't see you through the clouds
Love, why don't you hold me?
They feel the hunger; everyone feels the hunger
But they can't find the recipe to fill the void
It's on the walls of prisons and soup kitchens
But those aren't the places we like to set foot in;
We'd rather stay in bed than admit that the Son is risen
You taught me to read, taught me to bleed
Taught me that the story and the science agreed
That I could and I should and I would be taking the lead
But love, where are you now?
Love, I did what you told me
Hey, Love—I can't see you through the clouds
Love, why don't you hold me?
Was it something I did? ...was it something I said?
Should I have asked for something instead?
Is it the dark before the dawn, or the storm before the calm
Or a road I should never have been on? This is too much for me
Love, where are you now?
Love, I did what you told me, and look where I got me, Love;
I can't see you through the clouds
Love, why won't you hold me?
If only you knew that I'm right beside you; I hear you
You've gotta believe me; I know that that wasn't easy, love
Don't give up yet—it's alright, just don't forget that
Love, with all my heart, I want you to hold me
5 AM was produced by Matt Latourelle.