"Small Hours" lyrics

Morning motel swimming
In the ozone and chlorine
When I broke out from that moment
I could not say what I'd just seen
Both her bright blue eyes shining
Under Albuquerque skies
In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
In the small hours, I hear her crying
I hear her crying

Driving to theme park
Sleepwalking on the air
Her voice is in the moon dark night
And the sea salt's in her hair
All night we're aligning
And the stars all follow us
In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
In the small hours, I hear her crying
I hear her crying

In the small hours
In the small hours
In the small hours
In the small hours

All those seagulls screaming
Round the trawler out at sea
As I seek those wayward souls
Who are maybe seeking me
All night out in droves
In the ocean's inland sighs
In the small hours, I hear them crying, yeah
In the small hours, I hear them crying
I hear them crying