in the wee small hours of the morning

when the sun is high in the afternoon sky

you can always find something to do

but from dusk 'til dawn

as the clock ticks on

something happens to you

in the wee small hours of the morning

while the whole wide world is fast asleep

you lie awake and think about the girl

and never

ever think of counting sheep

when your lonely heart has learned its lesson

you'd be hers if only she would call

in the wee small hours of the morning

that's the time you miss her most of all