Wednesday morning 3 A.M.

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 commited 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 wich I must play
Yet I know as I gaze
at my young love beside me
The morning is just a few hours away

Wednesday morning 3 A.M. - Simon & Garfunkel