One AM

One am and I still don't wanna go to bed

I've watched you go home again and there I was left standing

In the entrance of my house in the middle of the night

Wanting to stand in the rain for a while

But I hadn't the right clothes on

So I went back inside

That's when I wrote this song with all the memories so fresh

I couldn't let it rest cause it'd be troubled in the morn'

Writing this spread out on the sheets

Feeling the cold air of the night touch my feet

Hearing all those songs that the birds sing