Darling, come and tell me what is wrong I know you think that they're big and strong God knows these rooms aren't safe with the night so long But in the morning, they may be gone Your heart is beating faster, and your fever is red-hot Ever since the Fall, we try to remember something we forgot All the broken toys we left out on the lawn Why, in the morning, they may be gone See, these sheets and flimsy covers don't offer much protection And they don't make Penicillin that'll cure your infection
And our method of detection is so wrong But in the morning, they may be gone Child, you know I love you and I care But you will find the heart of man is worse than any nightmare Oh, how they will try to steal your dawn But in the morning, they may be gone Close your eyes and try to get some sleep Sufficient is the evil for the day we have to keep It's written somewhere that this can't go on and on Why, in the morning, it may be gone