Come around 2 in the morning
When shes just a distant memory
Almost from a different century
You miss her anyway
Dont you know weve all been there
Numbing all our senses
Hoping some substance could prevent this
But you miss her anyway
You think...
Be a man and try to understand
But you know that you cant
Cause you miss her anyway
All the sad young men
Who cant admit it
When theyve lost the one thing
They wont find again
Come around 2 in the morning
All the sad young men performing
Hoping their youth wont run out
Knowing that it will any day
Dont you know weve all been there
Thinking wed found something so rare
Feeling our life hadnt treated us fair
When we lost her anyway