2-45 in the morning

Written by: Dave Timperley

2-45 in the morning,
Wide awake and needing sleep.
Waiting on the concourse,
For a flight to anywhere.

2-45 in the morning,
My life in an old backpack.
No one here to say goodbye,
Ain't never coming back.

2-45 in the morning,
Got a ride out to Brazil.
Don't leave 'til dawns first light,
Got a few hours to kill.

2-45 in the morning,
Din't mean to hit that guy.
He didn't say a word to me,
Just looked me in the eye.

2-45 in the morning,
Got to cool my temper down.
Trouble found me out again,
I think it's my middle name.

2-45 in the morning,
No time to wait for the plane.
If the law find me in here,
It's back to prison again.

2-45 in the morning,
The streets are dark and cold.
I'm forty years old tomorrow,
But I'm feeling really old.

2-45 in the morning,
Those guys look mean up ahead,
They look like the've found trouble,
When you read this I'll be dead.

© Dave Timperley 2012