Sleeping / Waking / Crying / Leaving again / It’s morning / I have to go
Though every night pretends / begins in quiet hoping that it never ends / they’re always ending again / breaking another dream / a dream where we could breathe in the heavy curtained prairie air of summer night / watching lightning over wheat fields through a bedroom window / And the prairie gently rose up with a feeling and embraced us

And when morning found us I pulled you to me and promised to stay
But that was the night / and now day

In the we small hours of the morning / while the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl / and never ever think of counting sheep

And when your lonely heart has learned its lesson / you’d be hers if only she would call
For in the wee small hours of the morning / that’s the time you miss her most of all