Text for song:
[Mick Taylor (spoken on an answering machine):]
Hi John, it's Mick callin'. There's no way I can make this session tonight. It's just too late. I mean, you've known me since I was 17 years old. So, there's a good reason why I can't come
Eleven thirty wake up call
Check out time at noon
With these hours that I keep
Can't get much sleep
So don't make my wake up call too soon
Workin' past the wee wee hours
Late to every suite that's sold
Try to sing my song
Lord, I've been so long
Searching for that moment of gold
I once saw me a morning
Brighter than a baby's heart
Now that morning seems so far away
And my dreams is coming apart
Eleven thirty wake up call
And my head's about to split in two
See the light of day
Peekin' through the shade
Oh, my brain's about to come unglued
Workin' past the wee wee hours
There ain't no club too small
It's sleepin' that I lack
Turnin' on my back
But it won't be no time at all
Till that wake up call
I once saw me a morning
Brighter than a baby's heart
Now that morning seems so far away
And my dream's just coming apart
Yes, my dream's just coming apart
Sinkin' with that Tidal Moon
No time to even remember my love
This blue morn is comin' too soon, comin' too soon
(Much too soon)
With that wake up call
(I ain't ready yet)
Wake up call
(Let me, let me, let me sleep a little while longer)
Wake up call
Just gimme ten more minutes
Ten more minutes please
I tell ya you know we workin' hard last night
Didn't matter that place too small
We had a good time
Way too soon