"Don't Be Calling Me (At 4AM)" lyrics

"Don't Be Calling Me (At 4AM)"

Now don't be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you're thinking you still got my number
And don't be closing down every bar downtown
Just stumbling around and searching for some loving

Oh, I'm not what you need, 'cause if I was what you needed
Then you would have left them other boys alone

So don't be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I'm at home

There was a time when I believed that you would be the one for me
But now I know, I'm just living in a lie
It was all just make-believe, another foolish fantasy
I think it's plain to see that I have changed my mind

I believe I've had enough, have you even been in love?
I've been crying every minute since you've gone

So don't be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I'm at home

Well, I prayed myself to sleep
You still show up in my dreams
I don't think the Lord above can even hear me
But I'm faithful nonetheless
Though I never get no rest
I can't even catch a wink without you near me

Oh, you never do me right, out there 'neath the neon light
Somehow I'm the one that's always in the wrong

So don't be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I'm at home

I said, "Don't be callin' me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I'm at home."


Writer(s): Shawn Camp, William Apostol
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