Lyrics - Wednesday Morning, 3 a. M. by Simon & Garfunkel

I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that
I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And
I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For
I know with the first light of dawn
I’ll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All
I have left to recall.
Oh, what have
I done,
Why have
I done it,
I’ve committed a crime,
I’ve broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which
I must play.
Yet
I know as
I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.

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