3 AM
When the smell of this whole weekend lingers on your body, you
You think of what you’ll say
And when you get there they all look like they’re expecting someone else
And then it all just fades away
Then its 3 or 4 am
And you’ve got a long walk home
And you just may stop halfway
And end up at her door
She’s been waiting there
She’s been standing still
All alone
But this is the last time
She’ll wait up until
The break of dawn
She swears this is the last time
She’ll wait up until
The break of dawn