Darling, come and tell me what is wrong,
I know you think that they're big and strong,
God knows these rooms aren't safe when the night's so long, but in the morning they may be gone.

Your heart is beating faster and your fever is red hot,
Ever since the fall I try to remember something we forgot,
And all the broken toys we left out on the lawn, why, in the morning they may be gone.

See, these sheets, flimsy covers, don't offer much protection,
And they don't make penicillin that'll cure your infection,
Our method of detection is so wrong,
In the morning they may be gone.

Child, you know I love you and I care, but you will find the heart of man is worse than any nightmare,
You know how they will try to steal your dawn, and in the morning they may be gone.

Close your eyes and try to get some sleep,
Sufficient is the evil for the day we have to keep,
It's written somewhere, this can't go on and on,
Why, in the morning it may be gone.