| The
lights are out I
want to wake you |
The
lights are out It's
three in the morning |
When
the room is so dark...
How come I see so clear?
Why
must I feel this way
Every night
I'm wide awake
It comes so clear
In the dark of this room
You're leaving, lady...
You're leaving this home
NOTES:
Originally written as a blues ballad, with Joe Cocker in mind!