Heard the music from under the trees The orchestra made its way through the green tapestry Workin' up for a night on the town And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder How long you'll stick around When Bleecker Street runs dark And John Prine fills the hall Now it's three, three, three in the morning We just have to keep on going We've got people to see, we've got places to go Don't you know Don't you know I long for the lover I thought you might be But I can't tell you I'm letting go Without leaving you empty So we stumble our way toward a party And you tell me, you tell me, you tell me You tell me you love me As the J Train rattles on, We hear John Prine through the wall Now it's three, three, three in the morning We just have to keep on going We've got people to see We've got places to go Don't you know Oh it's three, three, three in the morning We just have to keep on going We've got no one to see We've got nowhere to go Don't you know Don't you know Don't you know