Kurt Elling Follow

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