In the afternoon sky
You can always find
In the wee small hours of the morning
Something to do
But from dusk till dawn, it is the clock tic sound
Something happens to you
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never, ever think of counting sheep
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hims if only he would call
In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss him most of all
(Musical interlude)
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hims if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all
Meeer