Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love
And she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night
And her hair in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight

She is soft she is warm
But my heart remains heavy
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise gently fall
But I know with the first
Light of dawn I'll be leaving
And tonight will be all
I have left to recall

Oh what have I done
Why have I done it
I've committed a crime
I have broken the law
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store

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

Пол Саймон
"Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.", 1964