The world is cold, the night is still   The dream is old, and saws a thrill   Some cool DJ, begins to play, a Wes Montgomerys score   When you're all alone   It's always 4 a.m.   It had to last, it would go on   But once it's passed, it's passed 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.   (transcribed by Roman )