She said, "It's cold outside" and she hands me a raincoat

She's always worried about things like that

She said, "It's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault"

And she only sleeps when it's raining

And she screams, and her voice is straining

And she says, "Baby, it's 3 AM, I must be lonely"

And she says, "Baby, well, I can't help

But be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain's gonna wash away, I believe this"

She's got a little bit of something, God, it's better than nothing

And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all

She swears that the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to

And she only sleeps when it's raining

And she screams and her voice is straining

And she says, "Baby, when it's 3 AM I must be lonely"

Well, heaven she says, "Baby, well, I can't help

But be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain's gonna wash away, I believe this"

Well, she believes that life isn't made up of all that you're used to

And the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days and days

She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway

But outside it's stopped raining

And she says, "Baby, It's 3 AM I must be lonely"

Well, heaven she says, "Baby, well, I can't help

But be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain's gonna wash away, I believe this"

Well, it's 3 AM, I must be lonely

Well, heaven she says, "Baby, well, I can't help

But be scared of it all sometimes"