Come around 2 in the morning
When she's just a distant memory
Almost from a different century
You miss her anyway
Don't you know we've all been there
Numbing all our senses
Hoping some substance could prevent this
But you miss her anyway
You think
Be a man and try to understand
But you know that you can't
Cause you miss her anyway
All the sad young men
Who can't admit it
When they've lost the one thing
They won't find again
Come around 2 in the morning
All the sad young men performing
Hoping their youth won't run out
Knowing that it will any day
Don't you know we've all been there
Thinking we'd found something so rare
Feeling our life hadn't treated us fair
When we lost her anyway