Fabrizio Cammarata - My Guitar At 4 a.m. Lyrics

My guitar at 4 AM just asked for you and I didn't know what to say
'Cause you might well be coming late
And there's no answerphone for this, your sad delay
But if you call on me, call on me
I'll hook you up
If you can call on me, call on me
I'll make it right

My guitar at 4 AM
is asking what your bedroom's like on a night like this
That blue woman standing in a frame
Your teenage nakedness discovered, and toasted bread

But if you call on me, call on me
I'll hook you up
If you can call on me, call on me
I'll make it right

My guitar at 4 AM just asked for you
but I guess I'll tell the truth some day

But if you call on me, call on me
I'll hook you up
If you can call on me, call on me
I'll make it right