ترانه:
Edwin Mccain Honor Among Thieves

It's 3:00 A.M. I'm awake and my heart is still dreaming It's 3:00 A.M. And outside I hear the souls still screaming It's been so long You know since

Al, he sells records down on old St. Charley's Street He's cleaning up Fat Tuesday's mess, he keeps the sidewalks neat And he just lost his father, you

Yeah hey, yeah Well, I was sitting in the kitchen Just staring at the cracks in the wall I?ve been sitting here since yesterday Just waiting on you to

Hey, boy, pushin' on your girlfriend Trying to show her all the pain you feel Yeah, and your head's all scrambled 'cause the love is gone And you don'

a place in heaven for jesters, dreamers and thieves, yeah Jesters, dreamers and thieves Jesters, dreamers and thieves Jesters, dreamers and thieves Jesters, dreamers and thieves

Sittin' on the edge, looking for songs in a bottle Talking with the strangers who don't know my pain And blurry eyed and burned out, choking on more than

Al, he sells records down on old St. Charley's Street He's cleaning up Fat Tuesday's mess he keeps the sidewalks neat And he just lost his father and

Sweet love is keeping a very close score She's cheated death more than one time The tears roll down her face and on to the floor The psychic's been reading

After all the corridors are darkened When the royal crown is off your head To your chambers I will creep not a word we will speak Just love me while