It's four o'clock, the rain has stopped,
he's in too deep here and out of luck
Nowhere he can go
And his old friends, they left the spot
because of the little time he's got
I'd bet they ever warned him though
If you can't give her her space
we're afraid it's too late
You got to let her go now
or we can't help you, brother
All he thinks, "the love is gone
the broken-hearted they must be strong"
You still got us
Well there's this yearning in the stomach
pain and doubt 'bout why she done it
and pride that tells him to shut up
If you're willing to fight
then you'll make it alright
you just got to let her go now
or we can't help you, brother
