My guitar at 4 a.m. just asked for you and I didn't know what to say 'Cause you might well be coming late And there's no answerphone for this, your sad delay But if you call on me, call on me I'll hook you up If you can call on me, call on me I'll make it right My guitar at 4 a.m. Is asking what your bedroom's like on a night like this That blue woman standing in a frame Your teenage nakedness discovered, and toasted bread But if you call on me, call on me I'll hook you up If you can call on me, call on me I'll make it right My guitar at 4 a.m. just asked for you, But I guess I'll tell the truth some day But if you call on me, call on me I'll hook you up If you can call on me, call on me I'll make it right