Itâs four oâclock, the rain has stopped
Heâs in to deep, he ran out of luck
Nowhere we can go
And his old friend, they left a spot
Because of the little time heâs got
Not that they ever warn, though
If you canât give her space
Weâre afraid itâs too late
You got to let her go now
Or we canât help you, brother
All he thinks; âthe love is goneâ
Theyâre broken hearted, they must be strong
You still got us
Well, thereâs this yearning in the stomach
Pain and doubt about why she done it
And pride, that tells them to shut up
If you canât give her space
Weâre afraid itâs too late
You got to let her go now
Or we canât help you, brother
If youâre willing to fight
Than youâre make it alright
You just got to let her go now
Or we canât help you, brother