Its three o'clock and
You're sleepy
I'm sleepy too
Sheer luck that, and
God's probably asleep
If she ever woke up that is
Else she'd notice,
Her bed's empty
Lady justice is sleepwalking
Else how would she
If not asleep
Give me you or
Give you me
It's three o'clock
The burglar's asleep
The stealing's all done
By two o'clock
As three's sacred
It's time to close
His eyes and count
The sheep he stole
Or else if he
Woke up at three
He'd probably steal
Me from you or
You from me
It's three o'clock
And the tree's asleep
Is what I think
It would say if it spoke
If it could find some time
From weeping that is
On losing its limbs
And roots to us
Thank god it's dumb
And deaf and mute
Else how would I hear
My voice in you or
Yours in me
It's three o'clock
And the beggar's asleep
On the street all cold
Put there by god
Is what they say
When they decide
Who stays where
And wears what and
Sleeps when....nah
That's reserved for three
If they woke up
They'd ask their god
To take away
Me from you or
You from me