Ten for you and three for me That's not how it was s'posed to be In terms of bed times and the telephone. You're asleep by ten, I'm awake at three. That is when Bill calls to say she's free. So many long nights I've manned that phone alone. With nobody near me to hear me or cheer me Former friends and relations claiming five year vacations I'd even be willing to suffer Bill's saxophone. Day will break with me awake, Bags under my eyes for media guys to see. You will raise your family In the house where I deserved to be, If only I hadn't been awake at three.
Music by Vincent Youmans |