12 Midnight - Willis Earl Beal

The banquet’s over, the ball is done

The lights are dim, we’re the only ones

The stairs flow down to the street from the hall

And now it’s time to let your image fall

And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call

And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call

It’s 12 at midnight

The carriage waiting down in front

It’s 12 at midnight

The night, it beckons so let’s just run

Let’s just run

Let’s just run

Ooooohhh

The banquet’s over, the ball is done

The lights are dim, we’re the only ones

The stairs flow down to the street from the hall

And now it’s time to let your image fall

And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call

And now it’s time to hear the wind’s faint call

It’s 12 at midnight

The carriage waiting down in front

It’s 12 at midnight

The night, it beckons so let’s just run

Let’s just run

Oooohhhhh