Quarter to Midnight

Quarter to midnight, and out of a waking dream There comes the whisper of a voice And it's calling the others to awake in the night And draw a breath of life Right after midnight they rise from a fading dream Watching the distance for the dawn And they wait for the morning Through the dead of the night To remember the rising sun And the shape of the light, light Watch the horizon calling their names Maybe tomorrow leaves them the same And they wait for the morning Through the dead of the night To remember the rising sun And the shape of the light And they wait to remember it In the dead of the night On the horizon, sunlight in the haze Clearing the shadows, chasing them away, away Chase them away