Form the work of Chuck Berry
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think about life
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think about you
You say, but yet I wonder
If your love was ever true
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of the pain
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
I wonder if you still remember
All the things we used to do
One little song
For a fading memory
One little song
For a fading memory
Of the one I really love
With nothing left for me
In the wee, wee hours
I sit alone with walls closing in
Knowing things will never be
As I once hope for
In the wee hours all alone
Thinking of another path
One more that can never be
Once again a fading of mind
A life vacant of my wee soul
In my wee little world
With a heart that has grown cold
G- February 2009
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think about life
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think about you
You say, but yet I wonder
If your love was ever true
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of the pain
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
I wonder if you still remember
All the things we used to do
One little song
For a fading memory
One little song
For a fading memory
Of the one I really love
With nothing left for me
In the wee, wee hours
I sit alone with walls closing in
Knowing things will never be
As I once hope for
In the wee hours all alone
Thinking of another path
One more that can never be
Once again a fading of mind
A life vacant of my wee soul
In my wee little world
With a heart that has grown cold
G- February 2009
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