In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
I lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep

Now my lonely heart has learned its lesson
I'd be his, if only he would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time I miss him most of all
.

written by MANN/HILLIARD
as sung by CARLY SIMON (kind of)