the heart aches
and the mind echoes.

it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.

and the day are dead
and the night finds its way.

it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.

the beans are old
and the coffee still cold.

the wind hushing down the alrein
and the anguish staying behind.

it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.