It's 3 AM in New York 

Sometime in 1995 

The other half of the world 

The other side 



It might have been warm outside, maybe cold 

Who could tell? 

Three of us stumbled into room 421 

At the Grammercy Park Hotel 



It's 3 AM in New York 

We sat for a while 

We started to talk 

We started to smile 



Then he played a song I knew very well 

3 AM in New York 

At the Grammercy Park Hotel 



He passed the guitar around 

Over and over and over again 

Till one of us broke a string 

It was probably him 



But the songs came out strong 

They were loud, they were long 

There were songs about girls, about boys 

Sung a lot, screamed a lot 

We made lots of noise 



It's 3 AM in New York 

It's the time of my life

Minstrels and maidens and heartbroken songs 

Made me cry 



And we were anonymous, androgynous 

Bearers of truth 

And the indie rock columnists would have freaked out 

If they knew 



It's 3 AM in New York 

And I knew we were right 

We were young, not so young 

And in love with our lives 



3 AM in New York 

I went back to bed 

Three lone true prophets 

With songs in our heads 



It's 3 AM in New York 

And I just felt God 

Lying awake in the dark 

I was in awe 



And I know in reality

It might not be true 

But for three of us here in New York 

It's all we could do 



I know it's just songs, played on guitars 

It's not rocket science, flying to Mars 

And I know it's not much, but it's all that I have 

To be sure that I'm real 

Again and again 



And If there comes a day 

When my fingers don't work 

Or my voice loses sound 

Gives me grief, gives me hurt 

Well, I swear on that day 

When I lose what's worthwhile 

From that day forth I never shall smile 



It's 3 AM in New York 

I feel fine, I feel well 

Sound asleep 

At the Grammercy Park Hotel