Chris Pureka 3 A.m.
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
