“In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning…

…while the whole wide world is fast asleep…”

For most people, these melancholy and introspective lyrics to this song, are closely identified with crooners and ballads from another time. And while my personal preference leans more toward the 1990 Carly Simon rendering, I relate to these words, not in the painful mourning for lost love, but rather in terms of alone-time. That precious window of…