Tuesday 3 a.m. Ones again I'm wide awake Waiting for time to mend this part of me That keeps on breaking Newspapers I threw away Washed the dishes in the sink 3 a.m. on Tuesday I have too much time to think
Chorus 1: And I could call up to heaven Or I could crawl down trough hell Loving will change the way things are And loving ever will
He thinks I can't hear him cry And I pretend that I don't know...ohh About all the 3 a.m.'s He spends wrestling with your ghost
Chorus 2: I hear him call up to heaven I watch him crawl down through hell He still can't get over you I know he never will
Loving he says can bring you back He's got nothing left to show But a pocketwatch and memory Of a kiss out in the snow