Wake me up at eventide
Keep my luck on my bedside
Under Vesper’s light
Calling forth the night
And the lucid dreams we’ll find

Pretty lady and the sad clown
Keep waiting for the sundown
To get lively in the Ghost Town
Like they did all week

By the morning they get home
Some more time to spend along
They plug off the telephone
Just a little trick
No one to critique
They’re the only ones to speak

Wake me up at eventide
Under Vesper’s light
Calling forth the night
And the lucid dreams we’ll find

Keep going if you’re able
Ballet of bottles on the table
We had a few but if you say so
We can have ten more

Dizzy steps over the sidewalk
Until they reach the pillow talk
Across the room goes the alarm clock
Slamming at the door
Now it's always four
As the time slides to the floor

The Sun is coming up
Eyelids are going down
Dreamy thoughts struck
My girl in her bedgown

Mornings are overrated
They got nothing I would miss
Till afternoon I guess I’ll make it
For now
The Sandman’s waiting I'm the last on his list
All that I need now is my girl’s good day kiss

Fine to go to bed at dawn
And as the birds sing their song
We can use it as a lullaby

All the curtains rolled down
No pesky light will make us frown
And in a blink it is already night

Wake me up at eventide
Keep my luck until I have to use it all
Again, maybe this next night
So I’ll close my eyes until the Sun starts falling