Tuesday, 3 am Once again I'm wide awake. Waiting for 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 they are, and nothing every will He thinks I can't hear him cry I pretend I don't know all about all the those 3 am's he spend wrestling with your ghost. I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell He not 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 not 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 not can't get over you I know he never will.