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 a 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, broken the law.

For 25 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.