3.05 a.m.
(words & music by Markus Rill)		  
 
The door bell woke me up that day, it was 3.05 a.m.
My neighbor Brian woke me from my sleep
He was standing panting in the doorway, said he was a wanted man
He said he was in trouble deep
They found his Becky lyin’ in their bed,
With a bullet through her head

And he said “don’t believe a thing they’ll say
The stories that they tell
They wanna drag me to the jailhouse now
And lock me in a cell”
I listened to him and I knew it, he didn’t do it

Well, Brian he loved Becky and I dare say she did him good
In his younger days, I hear he done some time
I shoved him in my pickup truck and we drove out to the woods
I know a little cabin, just the place for him to hide
Cuz when all your luck runs out
You need someone to trust without a doubt

And he said “don’t believe a thing they’ll say
The stories that they tell
They wanna drag me to the jailhouse now
And lock me in a cell”
I looked in his eyes and I knew it, he didn’t do it

I lay with her on three nights out of five
When Brian worked the shift at night
She never woulda left him no matter how I plead
I got drunk and mad and put a bullet through her head

The cops were tipped off, they found the pistol and the man
Now he’s prayin’ for his life
I wake up from my sleep each night at 3.05 a.m.
There’s two ghosts that haunt my nights

So don’t believe a thing they’ll say
The stories that they tell
They dragged him to the jailhouse and they’re gonna send him straight to hell
I’m still the only one who knew it, he didn’t do it