Four o' clock in the morning
And I'm here waiting for you.
Excuse me for asking,
But what else can I do.

[Chorus]
Ain't it strange,
Ain't it strange,
What some people will do,
Ain't it strange,
Ain't it strange,
What some people will do.

Four o' clock in the evening.
The door bell rings for me,
Your face in the mirror,
But you're not there to see.

[Chorus x2]

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ERIC FAULKNER