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