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 committed a crime
I've broken the law
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver
I've 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
Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.
Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.
3 A.M."
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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 committed a crime
I've broken the law
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver
I've 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
Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.
Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.
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 committed a crime
I've broken the law
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver
I've 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
Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.
Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.
3 A.M."
Writer: Paul Simon
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC