By Eleven - Alejandro Escovedo

I hope the castle’s clean

For your man, he’ll be home soon

And I hope his lies come clean

Leave the light on he’ll be home by 11

Just leave the light on he’ll be home by 11

Will you be there when his ship comes in

He’ll bring you pure silk

And some sweet perfume

While the mandolin plays he’ll dance you

'Round the room

Will you be there when his ship sets off

For the call of the sea is much too strong

His answer will be a kiss, a wave

And a soft good bye