the sun is coming soon but I still can't see any light
just the moon that lies across my chest
I have felt its rise and fall against my skin so tight tonight
but when daylight comes you'll leave like all the rest
and I'll be left here wondering just what I'm supposed to do
while you're off fighting for a world of peace
I just know that when you go I'll clutch on to you
so tightly you'll be glad of the release
I guess it's not like you had any choice at all
but that don't make it easier to cope
since you must rise when morning comes to chase that bugles call
and I can only watch the night and hope

maybe the day won't come
maybe the day won't come
maybe the day won't come and we can stay in bed

if I were any younger I'd have thought this so romantic
that you have to leave just as we fall in love
but I can safely say I’m past that stage ‘cause now I just get frantic
and if I can keep from being sick it’s quite enough
but none of that seems real right now as I feel you breathe
so cool upon the sweat upon my skin
and looking down
I see your silly grin
maybe I should wake you but I don’t think I will
I’m afraid it just my break this spell apart
so long as you are sleeping I know you’re beside me still
and I can whisper softly in my heart

maybe the day …

maybe I should write a letter that I could give to you
to take so you’d have something you could keep
‘cause once you’re there God knows how long the mail takes to get through
I might as well do something while you sleep
and this way you’d have some idea what I’ll be like back here
it'll all pass like a dream till you come home
but then I won’t have anything to write about I fear
‘cause I don’t do nothing on my own
I don’t dare to move you know I’m even breathing slow
the slightest sound just might wake the light
but then I feel so secure when I feel those breezes blow
through the window from the safety of the night

maybe the day …

I wonder what it is about the night that feels so safe
I guess it just hides what’s really there
but I sometimes think that if we looked we just might find some place
to hide beyond the reach of daylight’s stares
ain’t it funny how that now I talk like it’s the sun that’s cruel
as if it came just to lead them here to you
maybe it’s good you’re sleeping so you won’t know what a fool
you’ve gone and hitched yourself up to
and you can’t look and tell me there’s no chance the sun won’t come
I can see quite well that it’s as plain as day
but if I stare into the dark until my mind goes numb
it just might seem possible to say

maybe the day ...