In the small hours waiting,
Waiting for Dawn,
Nothing but crickets
And the A/C on.
Body invaded,
Weakness too strong,
A warm shape in bed
Left there alone.
I’m waiting, Waiting for Dawn,
Hope against hope that my hope ain’t gone,
Put things together, so they seem right,
I'm the lookout for the morning, the watcher for the end of the night.
Count up your blessings,
That’s what we’re supposed to do,
Instead I’m stressing
On disappointing you.
Millions of plans
That we half-laid,
Empty tin cans
and cards never played.
I’m waiting, Waiting for Dawn,
Hope against hope that my hope ain’t gone
Put things together, so they seem right,
I'm the lookout for the morning, the watcher for the end of the night.
Circles turn circles,
Their motions align,
The gears keep whirring
Till we're out of time.
I’m getting here late,
Still gotta stay
Between love and fate
To make it to the light of day.
I’m waiting, Waiting for Dawn,
Hope against hope that my hope ain’t gone
Put things together, so they seem right,
I'm the lookout for the morning, the watcher for the end of the night.
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