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