Ben Lee Grammercy Park Hotel
R.J. Johnson/B. Lee It's 3 AM in New York Sometime in 1995 The other half of the world The other side It might have been warm outside, maybe cold Who could tell? Three of us stumbled into room 421 At the Grammercy Park Hotel It's 3 AM in New York We sat for a while We started to talk We started to smile Then he played a song I knew very well 3 AM in New York At the Grammercy Park Hotel He passed the guitar around Over and over and over again Till one of us broke a string It was probably him But the songs came out strong They were loud, they were long There were songs about girls, about boys Sung a lot, screamed a lot We made lots of noise It's 3 AM in New York It's the time of my life Minstrels and maidens and heartbroken songs Made me cry And we were anonymous, androgynous Bearers of truth And the indie rock columnists would have freaked out If they knew It's 3 AM in New York And I knew we were right We were young, not so young And in love with our lives 3 AM in New York I went back to bed Three lone true prophets With songs in our heads It's 3 AM in New York And I just felt God Lying awake in the dark I was in awe And I know in reality, it might not be true But for three of us here in New York It's all we could do I know it's just songs, played on guitars It's not rocket science, flying to Mars And I know it's not much, but it's all that I have To be sure that I'm real Again and again and If there comes a day When my fingers don't work Or my voice loses sound Gives me grief, gives me hurt Well, I swear on that day When I lose what's worthwhile From that day forth I never shall smile It's 3 AM in New York I feel fine, I feel well Sound asleep At the Grammercy Park Hotel
