3 A.m.

She said, "It's cold outside" And she hands me a raincoat She's always worried about things like that She said, "It's all gonna end And it might as well be my fault" And she only sleeps when it's raining And she screams, and her voice is straining And she says, "Baby, it's 3 a.m., I must be lonely" And she says, "Baby, well, I can't help But be scared of it all sometimes And the rain's gonna wash away what I believe in" She's got a little bit of something God, it's better than nothing And in the colour of portrait world She thinks that she's got it all And she swears that the moon Don't hang quiet as high as it used to And she only sleeps when it's raining And she screams, and her voice is straining And she says, "Baby, it's 3 a.m., I must be lonely" Well, Heaven she says, "Baby, well, I can't help But be scared of it all sometimes And the rain's gonna wash away what I believe in" She believes that life isn't made up Of all that she used to And the clock on the wall Has been stuck at 3 for days and days She thinks that happiness Is a mat that sits on her doorway But outside it's stopped raining And she says, "Baby, it's 3 a.m., I must be lonely" Well, Heaven she says, "Baby, well, I can't help But be scared of it all sometimes And the rain's gonna wash away what I believe in" Well, it's 3 a.m., I must be lonely And Heaven she says, "Baby, well, I can't help But be scared of it all sometimes"