All is dark but for the greenish glow Of the bedside clock radio It’s 3 AM and here they come again Just like they’ve done before At first there’s one and then a couple more Like little birds perching on a wire And soon there’s a gathering A crooning restless choir Of thoughts in the middle of the night You toss and turn, 3:45 When little things magnify Lists uncrossed, chances lost A conversation gone awry
Now, they’re lining up all these old mistakes You’re looking back at the sad parade Warnings you chose not to hear Calling now loud and clear But too late in the middle of the night 5 AM, you haven’t solved a thing You’re right back where you started from They just won’t go away They have come to play These thoughts until the break of day Until the break of day