wake me when the skies are blue again. and when the little birds cheep in the morning rays again. wake me just before the sun comes up. so I can bid dear night goodbye again. wake me when all the sorrow has left your face again. because I can't bear to see you like this again. dry tears embalmed onto your once-rosy cheeks again. no, I'd rather be drifting away to far-away lands than face reality again.