5:05

words and music by Kate McDonnell
Schnabb Music©1991

From the Appleseed Recording Where the Mangoes Are


The clock stopped exactly at 5 after 5
She swears on her life that that's the time he died
Everybody celebrating the 4th of July
But her new independence just made her want to cry

I'm inches from the water, but miles from the shore
Apart from this boat I thought he'd leave me more
Than all of these winters to face alone
Than all of these winters to face alone

Chorus
Well, I'm riding inside the cradle of this boat
I've got no hand for the tiller
And no eye for the wind
People offer little prayers
'May the wind be at your back....'
But what they don't see is that my
Back's against the wall

She sits back now and she reflects on it all
She folds up her arms and juts out her jaw
She says with great pride, I could write a book
But her eyes fill with tears when she takes a closer look
At all of those winters now past and gone
At all of those winters now past and gone
At all of the lives she's seen come and go
At all of the lives she's seen come and go

Chorus

Coda
All I wanna do is reach that shore (x2)
All I really wanna do is reach his shore
All I wanna do is reach his shore