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