Lyrics
One o'clock in the morning,
People piling into the door.
Drinks are still coming in and
I'm barely humming and the
Audience is screaming for more.
Somebody's locked in the bathroom,
Manager can't find the key.
I pay that man but from where I stand,
It's looking like a prisoner is me.
[Chorus:]
So won't you kick it in second wind
We got two more hours to go.
Is there anymore hope of scoring anymore coke,
And we've still got to do another show.
My mind started to wander,
In the middle of the second song
Dreaming I was at sea, just my baby and me
When the words started coming out wrong.
Waitresses are picking up glasses,
The bartender screamed last call.
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
And the bass man took a bad fall.
It's three o'clock in the morning,
Running on adrenalin.
What I'm trying to say is that tomorrow's the day
And we've got to do it over again.
WRITERS
JANE BUFFETT
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
See A Problem With Something?
Lyrics
Other
LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Sadness
Sentiment
Theme
None
Havaña Daydreamin’
1976
01
Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street
Jimmy Buffett
02
My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus
Jimmy Buffett
03
The Captain and the Kid
Jimmy Buffett
04
Big Rig
Jimmy Buffett
05
Defying Gravity
Jimmy Buffett
06
Havana Daydreamin'
Jimmy Buffett
07
Cliches
Jimmy Buffett
08
Something so Feminine About a Mandolin
Jimmy Buffett
09
Kick It in Second Wind
Jimmy Buffett
10
This Hotel Room
Jimmy Buffett
