Wednesday Morning, 3 A M Lyrics

 I can hear the soft breathing
 Of the girl that I love,
 As she lies here beside me
 Asleep with the night,
 And her hair, in a fine mist
 Floats on my pillow,
 Reflecting the glow
 Of the winter moonlight.

 She is soft, she is warm,
 But my heart remains heavy,
 And I watch as her breasts
 Gently rise, gently fall,
 For I know with the first light of dawn
 I'll be leaving,
 And tonight will be
 All I have left to recall.

 Oh, what have I done,
 Why have I done it,
 I've committed a crime,
 I've broken the law.
 For twenty-five dollars
 And pieces of silver,
 I held up and robbed
 A hard liquor store.

 My life seems unreal,
 My crime an illusion,
 A scene badly written
 In which I must play.
 Yet I know as I gaze
 At my young love beside me,
 The morning is just a few hours away.