Her favorite coat Lets in the wind Her favorite shoes Are flat and thin Walking home all alone It's 4 a.m. and the bars are closed They say they love you But they never do She turns around And picks up her shoe He might be out, you never know But its 4 a.m. and she's really cold Armed with a broken heart She walks against the lights Uptown fifteen blocks In the winter night She remembers longer days The red of a rose In the winter rain Still wearing her summer clothes Her favorite dress Is nothing at all It's wearing out And getting small He might be where you used to go But its 4 a.m. and it's a long way home