Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

Simon & Garfunkel

1. 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.

2. 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.

3. Oh what have I done why have I done it
   I've comitted a crime I've broken the law
   for twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver
   I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.

4. 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