In the Wee Small Hours

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

You ain't been blue; no, no, no.
You ain't been blue,
Till you've had that mood indigo.
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues"

Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad

I've forgotten you just like I should,
Of course I have,
Except to hear your name,
Or someone's laugh that is the same,
But I've forgotten you just like I should

I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair.
The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air.
The walls of my room fade away in the blue,
And I'm deep in a dream of you

If you could share the magic
Yes, if you could see me too
There would be nothing tragic
In all my dreams of you

I thought for once it couldn't go wrong,
not for long,
I can see the way this ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"Can't we be friends?"

What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The love that you cherish, so often might perish
And leave you with castles in air