7:30

If so and so was so delightful

Go ahead, don't waste your life

Shed it like a change of season

Letter sent from where the grass is greener

Haven't been to sleep much lately

Words you never said that grate on me

Keep a secret flake of his life

Call it happiness

It would have been nice to be someone

To have and to hold the only one

But when 7:30 come around

There's nothing there, just bitterness

If so and so is so delightful

Go ahead, don't waste your life

Shed it like a change of season

Send a letter where the grass is greener

It would have been nice to be someone

To have and to hold the only one

But when 7:30 comes around

There's nothing there, just bitterness

There's nothing there

Always the last to know and the first to cry

Our summer years are nothing

As they're Freudian-slipping by

It would have been nice to be someone

To have and to hold the only one

But when 7:30 comes around

There's nothing there, just bitterness

There's nothing there, just bitterness

There's nothing there...