4 In The Morning - Anna Ternheim

Four in the morning, walking home

A car pulls up, all the windows down

Someone leans out, you hardly see

A face in the dark calling on me

Keep walking fast, look straight ahead

Counting the number of streets still left

Four in the morning, walking home

Four in the morning, close to the dead

Walk like a dead, nbo turning heads

Wish I had left when I said I would

The phone just died, nobody knows

Only the sound of empty streets

A humming car, a woman’s high heels

Four in the morning, walking home

Come back to me

Come back to me

I’ll give you a ride

He said to me

Four in the morning late to be walking alone

I should have invited you home