Tuesday 3 a.m. Lyrics

Tuesday 3 a.m.
Ones again I'm wide awake
Waiting for time to mend this part of me
That keeps on breaking
Newspapers I threw away
Washed the dishes in the sink
3 a.m. on Tuesday
I have too much time to think

Chorus 1:
And I could call up to heaven
Or I could crawl down trough hell
Loving will change the way things are
And loving ever will

He thinks I can't hear him cry
And I pretend that
I don't know...ohh
About all the 3 a.m.'s
He spends wrestling with your ghost

Chorus 2:
I hear him call up to heaven
I watch him crawl down through hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will

Loving he says can bring you back
He's got nothing left to show
But a pocketwatch and memory
Of a kiss out in the snow

2x Chorus 2