3 a.m. - Chris Pureka

Here I am again

Coming in from the cold

Here I am again

Humming your tune

Well here I am again

Just waiting around in my rain soaked shoes

Half smile, half frown

'Cause I’m thinking about you in your summer dress

Oh you’re out there in the sun somewhere

So maybe I should go get lost

Or maybe I should go get drunk

Or maybe I should just forget

All about you

Woken 3 A.M.

by the freight train

It’s all crickets and puddles

And weeks and weeks of rain here

I hear that Alix is back in New York

But this small town it suits me well

I like all the farms and the fields

That lead me far down dirty roads

Oh and these things I just want to tell you still

But you stopped listening, oh well, didn’t you?

So maybe I should go get lost

Or maybe I should go get drunk

Or maybe I should just forget

All about you

Well it’s just a waste of time

This old broken record song

It plays over in my head

It just goes on and on and on

It just goes on and on and on

So here I am again, coming in from the cold

Here I am again, humming your tune

Here I am again, just waiting around

Wishing, wishing I wasn’t missing you

Wishing I wasn’t missing

Wishing I wasn’t missing you

So maybe I should go get lost

Or maybe I should go get drunk

Or maybe I should just forget

All about you