In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning Chris Botti, Sting

In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide world is fast asleep You lie awake and think about that girl But never ever think of counting sheep Now when your lonely heart has learned his lesson You'd be her's if only she would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss her most of all Now when your lonely heart has learned his lesson You'd be hers if only she would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss her most For as now you miss her most That's the time you miss her most of all