3 a.m.

Here I am again
 Coming in from the cold
 Here I am again
 Humming your tune
 Well here I am again
 Just waiting around in my rain soaked shoes
 Half smile, half frown
 'Cause I'm thinking about you in your summer dress
 Oh you're out there in the sun somewhere
 So maybe I should go get lost
 Or maybe I should go get drunk
 Or maybe I should just forget
 All about you
 Woken 3 A.M. by the freight train
 It's all crickets and puddles
 And weeks and weeks of rain here
 I hear that Alix is back in New York
 But this small town it suits me well
 I like all the farms and the fields
 That lead me far down dirty roads
 Oh and these things I just want to tell you still
 But you stopped listening, oh well, didn't you?
 So maybe I should go get lost
 Or maybe I should go get drunk
 Or maybe I should just forget
 All about you
 Well it's just a waste of time
 This old broken record song
 It plays over in my head
 It just goes on and on and on
 It just goes on and on and on
 So here I am again, coming in from the cold
 Here I am again, humming your tune
 Here I am again, just waiting around
 Wishing, wishing I wasn't missing you
 Wishing I wasn't missing
 Wishing I wasn't missing you
 So maybe I should go get lost
 Or maybe I should go get drunk
 Or maybe I should just forget
 All about you