In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning Lyrics

I grew up in Brooklyn and, um
I remember coming to the village in the early ′60s for the first time
Every street had nightclubs, do you remember that?
I mean The Bon Soir was around the corner and LA and so forth
You could see comedians, uh, like Woody Allen, Lenny Bruce I remember seeing here, right, Rick?
God, he was amazing
And, uh, Bob Dylan, great artists like Miles Davis
And this next song should really be
Sung at 5 a.m.
It's really like an 11 o′clock spot but
It's only probably 8:15
Anyway, I'll sing it now

When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk ′til dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and you think about the guy
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You′d be his if only he would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

Right up front
Hi, Stephania, Stephania
How old are you now? Five? Four? Four?
How old?
Six?
I love having a young audience
All ages

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You′d be his if only he would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

Thank you