Smoke of cigarettes lingers on your clothes
Billy Holiday singing, eyes closed
Conversation to the edge of your seat
The too-long stare of someone you never meet
If I came to you in the middle of the day
Would you let me in, would you let me in
If I came to you in the middle of the day
Would you let me in or turn me away
I can hear the innocence in your voice
I should have listened but I had no choice
I see your photograph and a thought comes over me
Where are you tonight
If I came to you in the middle of the night
Would you let me in, would you let me in
If I came to you in the middle of the night
Would you turn me away
If I came to you in the middle of the night
Would you let me in, would you let me in
If I came to you in the middle of the night
Would you turn me away