Right now I can barely tell if I'm sleeping or awake
In a little while
It'll be the morning
You won't remember being lost
In the after hours
Take my number down
Write it on your hand
Call me in the morning
Which of these worlds is going to find you?
Is gonna remind you what you have to do?
And why do you feel like you're being lied to?
Why don't it feel like anything new?
Peg, it's almost wintertime
Is it snowing where you are?
Wait another hour
It'll be the morning.