The world is cold, the night is still The dream is old, and saws a thrill Some cool DJ, begins to play, a Wes Montgomery's score When you're all alone It's always 4 a.m. It had to last, it would go on But once it's pa**ed, it's pa**ed and gone You just pretend, it didn't end But make believe the blower When you're all alone It's always 4 a.m. Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings That needed bit of slumber The phone then rings, your pour heart sings You left the phone, wrong number The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze But still it's night, there are no days And worst of all, right down the hall There's laughter through the door When you're all alone It's always 4 a.m. Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings That needed bit of slumber The phone then rings, your pour heart sings You left the phone, wrong number The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze But still it's night, there are no days And worst of all, right down the hall There's laughter through the door When you're all alone It's always 4 a.m. When you're all alone It's always 4 a.m.