Sometime Around 3
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


I wish there was a way
I wish I could suggest
A place for you to stay
A place where you could rest

A place to bring your wife
Where your children could stay too
A place to stay forever
We both know the answer's never

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

This world is out of room
Lots of space now on the moon
We can't afford the rent
All our money has been spent

Day by day we have less food
Day by day a little sicker
I think I know a way
To make all this a little quicker

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[outro]

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[guitar solo]


Next Morning Around 3

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Next Morning Around 3

I and Ai