Simon and Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

Old Friends / 1997-10-28 1. 7 o'clock News/Silent Night 2. AMERICA 3. Anji 4. April Come She Will 5. At the Zoo 6. A Most Peculiar Man 7. A Poem on the Underground Wall 8. Baby Driver 9. Benedictus 10. Bleeker Street 11. Blessed 12. Blues Run The Game 13. Bookends 14. Bridge Over Troubled Water 15. Bye Bye Love 16. Cecilia 17. Cloudy 18. Comfort And Joy 19. EL CONDOR PASA (IF I COULD) 20. Fakin' It 21. Feuilles-O 22. Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall 23. For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her 24. Hazy Shade of Winter 25. Hey, Schoolgirl/Black Slacks 26. He Was My Brother 27. Homeward Bound 28. I Am a Rock 29. Kathy's Song 30. Keep the Customer Satisfied 31. Leaves That Are Green 32. MRS. ROBINSON 33. My Little Town 34. Old Friends 35. Overs 36. Patterns 37. Peggy-O (Traditonal) 38. Punky's Dilemma 39. Red Rubber Ball 40. Richard Cory 41. Save the Life of My Child 42. Scarborough Fair/Canticle 43. Somewhere They Can't Find Me 44. Song for the Asking 45. So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright 46. Sparrow 47. Star Carol 48. That Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine 49. The 59th Street Bridge Song 50. The Boxer 51. The Dangling Conversation 52. The Only Living Boy in New York 53. The Sound Of Silence 54. The Sun Is Burning 55. We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin' 56. Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. 57. Why Don't You Write Me 58. You Don't Know Where Your Interest Lies

Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As 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,
For 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've 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.