Lyrics

It seems we let the days take us away
The sandman took one look at us and ran
Some days leave us working hard and some days leave us plans
But the days that we do nothing take as much as they can

Sometime when the night is oh so young
I wonder with the days what I have done
But if there was a wasted day, I've marked it off my list
It don't mean nothing, it's not important and it will not be missed

And I don't think the saints are gonna come
And I don't think my race will ever be run
And I don't think all that much about the setting sun
I saw it coming since it's dawning, just like the other ones

So darling, won't you spend the night with me?
We can dream, but we won't go to sleep
And if in the early morning hours of the sun's reprise
You're still calling like a cuckoo, I'll be satisfied