Wednesday Morning 3 A.M.

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  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