clock says five o nine it s a cold rainy day how in the name of god did things wind up this way i hear the mournful cry of a tugboat in the bay i can t figure out what to think or say and i know it s all gone to hell who s to blame i can t even tell for a while it all seems so well now it s clear it s all gone to hell i can t hardly move there s a picture on the wall it s just you and me it looks about to fall we ve been through a lot we ve been through it all would you be upset if i tried to call and i know it s all gone to hell whos to blame i can t even tell for a while it all seemed so well now it s clear it s all gone to hell well you look cold and wet would you like a cup of tea won t you stay a while the final reverie i think that s the last of it take a look around and see no more trace of you except what s left in me  and i know it s all gone to hell who s to blame i can t even tell for a while it all seemed so well but now it s clear it s all gone to hell now it s clear it s all gone to hell