Maywood Morning Hour
Waking up with a memory.
All I got is an empty pillow next to me.
Calling you to say: 'Hello,
see you soon. I love you, but I have to go'.
In the morning hour, when the day is young,
stay with me till the night is gone.
Will you hold my hand, never go away?
Can I believe all the things you say?
Make your choice, make up your mind.
It's either one of us you've got to leave behind.
Please don't dance around the floor.
I get more helpless every time you shut the door
