Four lonely Hours (Adrian Borland)

Waiting for the early trains
kicking cans in the square
funny how it always rains
on people going nowhere
thereīs something you donīt understand
this city used to be your friend
where has the life and soul gone
when did the party end

Seems so far from the morning light
so long until the dawn
youīre a lifetime away from another day
you wonder will it ever come
itīs four lonely hours away

The night has lost itīs shine
with the neonīs fading glow
itīs no time to be standing still
as the chill hits four below
the cityīs gone to sleep
a million dreams removed
suddenly all the emptiness
is bearing down on you

Seems so far from the morning light
so long until the dawn
youīre a lifetime away from another day
you wonder will it ever come
itīs four lonely hours away