2 am Lyrics

2 o' clock in the morning in a hotel room I sit up awake,
I've drunken all the gin, but my sorrows still swim how love aches,
The hum of the television set as the channels close down,
I wouldn't really care who I just wish there was someone around,
What am I supposed to do?

Maybe I should call her up on the phone, hope she's alone, tell her that I need her,
But what if she says that she's made up her mind,
It's for real this time, no more crying on her shoulder.

2 o' clock in the morning in a hotel room, I'm feeling low,
I look out through the window to the streets down below,
A drunk lies in the alleyway and he looks a lot like me,
The town is asleep, but for me who weeps and I hope she.
What am I supposed to do?

Maybe I should call her up on the phone, hope she's alone, tell her that I need her,
But what if she says that she's made up her mind,
It's for real this time, no more crying on her shoulder.

SOLO

What am I supposed to do?
Maybe I should call her up on the phone, hope she's alone, tell her that I need her,
But what if she says that she's made up her mind,
It's for real this time, no more crying on her shoulder

(Thanks to Tim Briffa for these lyrics)