It's 3 am in new york

Sometime in 1995

The other half of the world

The other side



It might have been warm outside, maybe cold

Who could tell?

Three of us stumbled into room 421

At the grammercy park hotel



It's 3 am in new york

We sat for a while

We started to talk

We started to smile



Then he played a song i knew very well

3 am in new york

At the grammercy park hotel



He passed the guitar around

Over and over and over again

Till one of us broke a string

It was probably him



But the songs came out strong

They were loud, they were long

There were songs about girls, about boys

Sung a lot, screamed a lot

We made lots of noise



It's 3 am in new york

It's the time of my life

Minstrels and maidens and heartbroken songs

Made me cry



And we were anonymous, androgynous

Bearers of truth

And the indie rock columnists would have freaked out

If they knew



It's 3 am in new york

And i knew we were right

We were young, not so young

And in love with our lives



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