Three o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet and there’s no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
–Stay (Faraway, So Close), by U2
Well now, it’s three o’clock in the morning
And I can’t even close my eyes.
Three o’clock in the morning
And I can’t even close my eyes.
Can’t find my baby
And I can’t be satisfied.
–Three O’Clock Blues, BB King
The telephone is ringing I say, Hi, it’s me. Who is it there on the line
A voice says, Hi, hello, how are you
Well, I guess I’m doin’ fine
He says, It’s three a.m., there’s too much noise
Don’t you people ever wanna go to bed
Just ’cause you feel so good, do you have to drive me out of my head
–Get Off Of My Cloud, Rolling Stones
Well it’s three o’clock in the mornin’
Baby, I just can’t do right
Well, I hate to leave you, baby
I don’t mean maybe
Because I love you so
–Good Night Sweetheart, the Spaniels
Three o' clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen
With a horde of heads
She says that they’re all dead
–Return to Oz, Scissor Sisters
It’s three o’clock in the morning, ship time,
Only five more hours to go.
How many miles will pass before us,
How many years will pass below?
–Starlight and Saxophone, Tom Smith
It’s 3:00 A.M.
I’m awake and my heart is still dreaming
It’s 3:00 A.M.
Outside I hear the souls still screaming
It’s been so long you know since my head’s been this clear
Just like a ship lost in the night
I just don’t know which way I should steer
–3:00 AM, Edwin McCain
she says baby
it’s 3 am I must be lonely
when she says baby
well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes
says the rain’s gonna wash away I believe it
–3:00 AM, Matchbox 20
Two o’clock when I lay down,three o’clock when I rise
I can’t get no sleep with all these tears in my eyes
I walk around, baby, and I don’t talk too much
How am I supposed to operate with my heart on a crutch?
It ain’t easy when your lover leave you all alone
–Front Porch Blues, Tom Lloyd
It's three o'clock in the morning,
We've danced the whole night thru,
And daylight soon will be dawning,
Just one more waltz with you,
–Three O’Clock in the Morning, Dorothy Merriss
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
Wednesday Morning, 3 AM, Simon & Garfunkel
But it never seems to work that way
It seems there's always so much more to say
And it's always somewhere in between
True or not it's a four o'clock stop
–Four O’Clock Stop, Lowest of the Low
4 O’Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived
4 O’Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived
The blue lights were flashing
As they lay my baby down inside
–Four O’Clock in the Morning, the Pogues
Four in the morning and I’ve got that feeling
Clock’s ticking but my heart’s not beating
Eyes open and I’m staring at the ceiling
Tell me that you’re leaving; give me something to believe in
–Four in the Morning, Ivy Music
It's four in the morning
And once more the dawning
Just woke up the wanting in me
Wishing I'd never met her
Knowing if I'd forget her
How much better off she would be.
–Four in the Morning, Faron Young
Four in the morning, crapped out, yawning, longing my life away
I never worry, why should I, it’s all gonna fade
Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars
I fear I’ll do some damage one fine day
But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
–Still Crazy After All These Years, Simon & Garfunkel
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3 a.m. is murderous. Nothing seems bleaker or colder than those wee hours. Scarier than most horror films, just thinking about it. (Memories of depression are frightening, I suppose.)
At least we can take some comfort knowing that we’re not the only ones who have felt it.
Rampant Bicycle
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It’s quarter to three
there’s no one in the place
except you and me
– One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)
Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer