Five to Nine

Although my glass is empty
My throat no longer dry
In my wallet there's no money
It was all spent on you and I

I sit alone in my house
Just got back from holidays
There's no more fuel in my car
Because I drove all night and day

I'm dressed in plain old cloths
Instead of my work suit and tie
And cooking a simple dinner
As I know will satisfy

No glass filled with champagne
Prefer cold beer from a can
Normally on a tight schedule
But tonight I have no plan

Yes it looks like I live two lives
To the unexpecting eye
At work I'll act professional
But I'm a really simple guy