Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

Wednesday Morning 3 Am - Simon And Garfunkel

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 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