Your money ran like sand Through your open hand And all that's left is nothing But you're still in command Over that four o'clock wasteland You go to the cornershop Sing and you take a grip And when the ladies off They might share you some tip In this four o'clock wasteland You always reach out to someone Close to your own brand You see, a set of bad cards Is hard to hide in a hand In a four o'clock wasteland The sun is late as usual And so is the cops The deal is gone when light comes crawling, over the rooftops In a four o'clock wasteland And the smell of fresh brewed coffee Blends with new baked pies And you can't hold your eyelids open Though you know you ought to try Four o'clock wasteland