Wednesday Morning 3 AM
Paul Simon
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 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