Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.

I can hear the soft breathing

Of the girl that I love

As she lies here beside me

Asleep with the night

And her hair, in a fine mist

Floats on my pillow

Reflecting the glow

Of the winter moonlight

She is soft, she is warm

But my heart remains heavy

And I watch as her breasts

Gently rise, gently fall

For I know with the first light of dawn

I'll be leaving

And tonight will be

All I have left to recall

Oh, what have I done?

Why have I done it?

I've committed a crime

I've broken the law

For twenty-five dollars

And pieces of silver

I've held up and robbed

A hard liquor store

My life seems unreal

My crime an illusion

A scene badly written

In which I must play

Yet I know as I gaze

At my young love beside me

The morning is just a few hours away

Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.

Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.

3 A.M.