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