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