(Dennis DeYoung)
It's six o'clock
Good morning sounds are everywhere

The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair

I hurry through my life never stopping to see

How beautiful it was meant to be

I'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise

Broken dreams as we shuffle by

It's six o'clock it's quitting time I'm done for the day

Out on the streets I overheard a lady say
We now have everything or so people say
But now this emptiness haunts me every day

We seek the lion's share never knowing why
Come alive spread your wings and fly


Pieces of eight
The search for the money tree
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight
Can't buy you everything
Don't let it turn your heart to stone