in the wee small hours of the morning
while the whole wide world is fast asleep
i lie awake and think about the boy
and never ever think of counting sheep.

when my lonely heart has learnt its lesson
i'd be his if only he would call
in the wee small hours of the morning
that's the time i miss him the most of all.

every now and then, I remember what this song means to me. just every now and then.