As the moon
Shines on my face
I'm left to wonder
About my remaining days
I can't find sleep
And I wish for rain
To wash away
This haunting pain
Lord, won't you wake me
When the sun comes up
Whoa
Time heals all wounds
Or so the saying goes
But in the end
Those scars will show
A restless mind
Is awfully sore
So we pray for peace
And we fight some more
Lord, won't you wake me
When the sun comes up
Whoa
So, the question here
Is not what you say
But how you live
In your dying days
Lord, won't you wake me
When the sun comes up
When the sun comes up
Whoa