Quarter Past Three, Nobody Calling

Lyrics

Quarter past three and the house is still
Fridge hums low in the dark
A streetlamp paints the kitchen floor
And a cat walks through its arc
I turned the pillow over twice
Counted every beam of the roof
Some nights the quiet's a kindness
Some nights it's the proof

That I'm awake at three in the morning
With nobody calling my name
Just me and the ticking of the old clock
And the ghost of the rain
But the dark don't last, my friend
It never has and never will
There's a truck out on the highway
And a window burning still

I think about the roads I took
And the ones I let go by
The faces in the rear-view
Fading in the sky
I pour a glass of water
And I stand there at the sink
It's funny what the dark makes loud
When you're too tired to think

That I'm awake at three in the morning
With nobody calling my name
Just me and the ticking of the old clock
And the ghost of the rain
But the dark don't last, my friend
It never has and never will
There's a truck out on the highway
And a window burning still

So if you're up there, driving on
Or sitting by a screen of blue
Know there's another soul awake
Keeping the lamplight just for you

The sky goes gray around the edge
A bird tries out a note
The coffee pot begins to sing
And I find my morning coat
Three a.m. will let you go
It always does by dawn
And all the weight you carried in
Is a little bit less gone

Still awake at three in the morning
But I know the morning's near
Got the light on for the lonesome
And the road is getting clear
Oh, the dark don't last, my friend
It never has and never will
There's a truck out on the highway
And a window burning still

A window burning still
Yeah, burning still