| Sometimes | |
| I lie awake, | |
| And think about the day | |
| I watch you all walk around with, | |
| Your eyes half open | |
| I smoke one more cigarrette and, start it all over | |
| You're all so scared to face your own lives | |
| You let it pass you by | |
| Why don't you try and open up your eyes | |
| And see the door is closing | |
| You always wait | |
| Five Minutes for it to come | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| You seem to think your life's just begun | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| There is a man in the kitchen with a shovel | |
| A million dollars on the dining room table | |
| Now every day he puts a little in the oven | |
| You can spend as much or little as you're able | |
| You're all so scared to face you're own lives | |
| You let it pass you by | |
| Why don't you try and open up your eyes | |
| See what the man is burning | |
| You always wait | |
| Five minutes for it to come | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| You seem to think your life's just begun | |
| Five minutes and its over | |
| Five minutes for it to come | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| You seem to think your life's just begun | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| It's your life | |
| It's your life | |
| Why don't you spend it the best you can | |
| It's your life | |
| It's your life | |
| You always wait | |
| Five minutes for it to come | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| You seem to think your life's just begun | |
| Five minutes and its over | |
| Five minutes for it to come | |
| Five minutes and its over over | |
| You seem to think your life's just begun | |
| Five minutes and its over over |