Three in the Morning

Heard the music from under the trees
The orchestra made its way through the green tapestry
Workin' up for a night on the town
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
How long you'll stick around

When Bleecker Street runs dark
And John Prine fills the hall

Now it's three, three, three in the morning
We just have to keep on going
We've got people to see, we've got places to go
Don't you know
Don't you know

I long for the lover I thought you might be
But I can't tell you I'm letting go
Without leaving you empty
So we stumble our way toward a party
And you tell me, you tell me, you tell me
You tell me you love me

As the J Train rattles on,
We hear John Prine through the wall

Now it's three, three, three in the morning
We just have to keep on going
We've got people to see
We've got places to go
Don't you know

Oh it's three, three, three in the morning
We just have to keep on going
We've got no one to see
We've got nowhere to go
Don't you know
Don't you know
Don't you know