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 wee 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