It’s three in the morning and my friend can’t sleep
thoughts flood her mind and she called to me
We began a little text over the miles that separate us
Before long our voices reverberated between us
Idle chatter began a getting to know one another
Then the natural course of us took over
and we flowed with one another
Words from our past
made a future that was meant to be
It’s as if I’d written for her and She’d written for me
3 am and we’re finding where our hearts are
We’ve run the gauntlet of suspicion
just from our romantic bleeds thus far
What chemistry is this, that we should draw such attention
They truly have no clue, how powerful the pen is
Or are we clueless to how strong our bond really is
It’s 3 am and neither of us can hang up
It’s 3 am with a lifetime to discuss
What details do entail our life’s story
What hour is this that our hearts find solace
What hour is this that we speak about the glory
Words of prayer are far from our lips
Words we share feel just like a kiss
It’s 3 am and I’ve not told you how beautiful you are
What you’ve written is a given, but humble we are
Have we fumbled the ball given to us
Do we take advantage  of the position
of where we’ve been ******
All these questions yet to be answered
It’s 3 am and the phone rings
Will I just talk, or romance her.