Tuesday, 3 am Once again I'm wide awake. Waiting for this time to mend this heart of mine, That keeps on breaking. Newspapers I throw away Wash the dishes in the sink 3am, on tuesday I have to much time to think. I could call out to heaven I could crawl down through hell Nothing will change the way the way they are, and nothing every will He thinks I can't hear him cry And I pretend I don't know all about the 3 am's he spend wrestling with your ghost. I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell He still can't get over you I know he never will Nothing he says can bring you back He's got nothing left to show But a pocket watch and memories For that kiss out in the snow I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell He still can't get over you I know he never will I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell He still can't get over you I know he never will