Lyrics:

Six oÂ’clock on a christmas morning...
And for what?
Well, isnÂ’t it for the honor of god,
Aunt kate?
I know all about the honor of god,
Mary jane.

Six oÂ’clock the siren kicks him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just wonÂ’t stop
CanÂ’t find the strength but heÂ’s got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps

I may never get over
But neverÂ’s better than now
IÂ’ve got bases to cover

HeÂ’s in the parking lot and heÂ’s just sitting in his car
ItÂ’s nine oÂ’clock but he canÂ’t get out
He lights a cigarette
And turns the music down
But just canÂ’t seem to shake that sound

Once I thought IÂ’d get over
But itÂ’s too late for me now
IÂ’ve got bases to cover

Melody walks through the door
And memory flies out the window
And nobody knows what they want
Â’til they finally let it all go

The pain inside
Coming outside

So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
CanÂ’t hear what heÂ’s saying when heÂ’s talking in his sleep
He finally found the sound but heÂ’s in too deep

I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover

Melody walks through the door
And memory flies out the window
And nobody knows what they want
Â’til they finally let it all go

But donÂ’t cut your losses too soon
Â’cause youÂ’ll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
Â’cause nobody will if you wonÂ’t

Six oÂ’clock on a christmas morning...
I know all about the honor of god,
Mary...
I know all about the honor of god,
Mary jane.