Tuesday, 3 am
Once again I'm wide awake.
Waiting for time to mend this heart of mine,
That keeps on breaking.
Newspapers I throw away
Wash the dishes in the sink
3am, on Tuesday
I have to much time to think.
I could call out to heaven I could crawl down through hell
Nothing will change the way they are, and nothing every will
He thinks I can't hear him cry
I pretend I don't know all about all the those 3 am's he spend wrestling with your ghost.
I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell
He not can't get over you
I know he never will
Nothing he says can bring you back
He's got nothing left to show
But a pocket watch and memories
For that kiss out in the snow
I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell
He not can't get over you
I know he never will
I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell
He not can't get over you
I know he never will.