[Verse 1] Back before cell phones, I was king of IRC, Typing fast in private windows, feeling twenty-three Said, "I’ll be there in five hours, meet me by the train!" They sent back a smiley face - what could possibly go wrong again? [Verse 2] Packed my bag, bought a bottle, cheap-ass Russian brand Took my seat and cracked it open, spirit in my hand Some dude was talking nonsense, agreeing just to score I thought, "Man, I can’t take this," so I joined - maybe just to start a war. [Chorus] Five hours late, five shots too deep Dreams and vodka don’t come cheap No signal, no plan, no one there Just a drunk fool breathing cold night air Five hours late, no girls in sight Just me and the wrong side of night I thought I’d find romance, got a hangover instead And a story that just won’t leave my head [Verse 3] Walked out of the station, checked around, no clue No phones, no texts, what the hell was I supposed to do Tried to find a number, hit the payphones, out of luck Said, "Screw this, I’ll get drunker," ‘cause why not? What the fuck [Verse 4] At some bar I found my peace, or something close enough Some girl wore a tie, didn’t know the knot - said, "I gotcha, love." Vodka haze, blurry face, lights began to blend Found myself at some teen shelter, sleeping off the end [Chorus] Five hours late, five shots too deep Dreams and vodka don’t come cheap No signal, no plan, no one there Just a drunk fool breathing cold night air Five hours late, no girls in sight Just me and the wrong side of night I thought I’d find romance, got a hangover instead And a story that just won’t leave my head [Bridge] Morning light, stale bread and juice Head pounding from the night’s abuse Hit the uni library, thought I’d browse But lost my breakfast in the basement somehow Train back home, I crashed and dreamed Of how dumb hope can sometimes seem But damn, at least I tried that day To live like love was just a train away [Breakdown - spoken / half-sung] Told them later on IRC They didn’t even believe it was me Till I dropped the details, station name Then they laughed and said, "Okay, fair game." They showed up to my birthday - yeah, that was sweet Three months late but kind of neat And that was that, the story’s done No love, no win - but man, what fun [Final Chorus] Five hours late, five shots too deep Dreams and vodka don’t come cheap No signal, no plan, just me and fate And the echo of a past mistake Five hours late, and decades gone Still laughing when I tell that one A drunk kid chasing what could’ve been With nothing but a smile and a stupid grin [Outro] Five hours late... and somehow right on time
