Leaving Again/In The Wee Small Hours - Kurt Elling

Sleeping, waking, crying, leaving again

It’s morning I have to go

Though every night pretends

Begins in quiet hoping that it never ends

They’re always ending again

Breaking another dream

A dream where we could breathe

In the heavy curtained Prairie air of summer night

Watching lightning over wheat fields

Through a bedroom window

And the prairie gently rose up

With a feeling and embraced us

And when morning found us

I pulled you to me and promised to stay

But that was the night and now day

In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

You lie awake and think about the girl

And never ever think of counting sheep

And when your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You’d be hers if only she would call

For in the wee small hours of the morning

That’s the time you miss her most of all