Chasing pavements

When the sun is high in the afternoon sky

you can always find something to do

But from dusk till dawn, as the clock ticks on

something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole world is fast asleep

You lie awake and think of the boy

and never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learnt its lesson

you'd be his only if he'd call

In the wee small hours of the morning,

that's when you miss him most of all.