There’s a cl-ock sits b-y m-y bedside
And it’s gl-eaming 3:00, AM
Here I’m lying, like a fool
Sad and staring at the ceiling
Like a million, oth-er men
Seems this w-orld sits square upon my shoulders
There are no exits from, this maze
Then I notice how the street light
Shining softly through my window
Lights the c-ontours o-f your face
And I can s-ee your sleep is peaceful
How your contentment’s plain to me
And that’s no surprise, for I know your hope is anchored
In the r-ock h-igher, than me
And oh there are dr-eams on my, horizon
Yet I f-ear they’re sinking down
I could swim out there to reach them
But without Your hand to cling to
Oh I’m frightened, frightened I may drown
Oh there’s str-ength in Y-our compassion
And there’s h-ealing in Y-our touch
For You kn-ow when to push me just that little bit further
And You kn-ow when it’s all, too much
There is a cl-ock sits by my bedside
And it’s gl-eaming 3:00 AM
Here I’m lying like a fool
Sad and staring at the ceiling
Like a m-illion o-ther, m-en
