2 o clock in the afternoon. The afternoon, i'm trapped inside. No ones home but the icicles they melt away, Its pony-boy i feel just like. 3 o clock i turn on the tube. Just to hear background noise. Its 3 o clock and theres nothing left to do you know, But feel like motorcycle boy. Dear johnny, im lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?. 5 o clock in the afternoon. The afternoon we're trapped inside. 5 O clock and now theres nothng to do you know, but drink away into the night.