London 3am
Lyrics by Mike Mccaffrey
Music by Duane Hultin

It's london 3am
Im crying in my gin again
i'm all alone my old friend
With no one left to call
No one here in this time zone
And no place left to call home


Friends have gotten married
They've all moved away
Busy raising kids of their own
Now me' i'm still reaping
the wild seeds i've sown
I'm the last one in this bar tonight
when did i grow so old?

I wish that i could hear your voice
hear you say my name
Won't you lie to me once more
my distant angel

It's london 3am
I'm crying in my gin again
i cant even pick up the phone
There is no one left to call
I know you're sleeping
but i don't know if your alone

It's just a trick of fate
that i'm still standing here
all the good people have gone home
Now that there's nothing left to fear
there's no one left to call
no one in this time zone