It's 3 A.M. here in Midtown West
It's Monday night so yah... I'm drunk
My friends left the bar sorta early
And even though I'm full of spirits
My spirit sorta sunk
Oh where do the lonely souls gooo
When they ain't got nowhere to be
Oh where do the lonely souls gooo
Regularly
McDonalds at 3 A.M
I can see Time Square right across the street
McDonalds at 3 A.M
There's a Shake Shack too but it really can't compete
With ambience
(sniff)
And the smell
I'll take a Powerade or whatever's in the well
At McDonalds 3 A.M
White people problems are the stories of my life
I'm running out of options cause my mom won't give me money
She said don't spend too much and she wants me to quit the theatre
Then we end the call with to grand ol' I believe in you hunny
Oh where do the lonely souls gooo
To find someone who can understaaaaand
McDonalds at 3 A.M
There's a pact we formed upon entering the joint
McDonalds at 3 A.M
It's a silent meal but i think that's the point
There's no confusion
There's no façade
There's no family member at all
At McDonalds at 3 A.M
There's a man in a wheelchair who was askin for money on the street
He goes up to the counter but to get there he peddles with his feet
And I want to shout hypocrite you really don't deserve the time
But then I say to myself
Man, just give it a little time
Might not be so drastic
But it just might beee
In a couple of years
That man will be me
McDonalds at 3 A.M
The homeless men order McFlurries
At McDonalds at 3 A.M
For a moment somehow I forget my worries
And I see a family and my heart warmed
There's a bond there no matter how deformed
At McDonalds at 3 A.M
