1:43 In the Morning

At 1:43 in the morning I sit here thinking of you And wonder Are you still beautiful Are you sleeping Or with somebody else Do you ever think of me The way I think of you At 1:43 in the morning Does your life have any meaning Is there someone to catch you If you stumble or fall I don’t love you any less Just because you’ve gone But it’s 1:43 in the morning And I can’t sleep So I lie here In the quiet of the night With the rain that seems to forever fall And I wonder… yes, I wonder If you’re still beautiful