It doesn't seem so bad, at 4 in the mornin.
I got some thinking time, before I take on the day.
But it's not, what I thought.
At 4 in the mornin.
As I lay there yawning, wanting it all my way.
Now I sit here tired, at 9 in the evening.
The conversation's dry, from a routine day.
And I wish, I could share, all my hopes and wishes.
You know my favourite dishes.
But there's so much to say.
Like these days, when I watch my children play.
And it fills my heart with love.
Then there's nothing else to say.
It doesn't seem so bad, at 4 in the mornin.
As I lay there yawning, wanting it all my way.