In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning - Nanci Griffith

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'd call 
In the wee small hours of the morning 
That's the time you miss her most of all 

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson 
You'd be hers if only she'd call 
In the wee small hours of the morning 
That's the time you miss her most of all