Wake Me Up On Judgment Day - Steve Winwood

The story goes, the truth is no one knows

A stranger came, a man who lost his name

At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail

The took him in, he let them win

Over and over

He said if you don’t have good words to say

Don’t wake me up until the Judgment Day

'Cause if nothing is the way it seems

Then this life is just a haunted dream

And all this love is just falling down through the years

And oh, I’d rather sleep

Wake me up on Judgment Day

Let me hear golden trumpets play

Give me life where nothing fails

Not a dream in a wishing well

A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows

The darkness grows, that’s how it goes

Over and over

He said I think of the beauty I’ve had

And all it does is make me feel so bad

First they make you think you’re riding high

Then they toss you off in the sky

And all this life is just falling down through the years

And oh, I’d rather sleep

Wake me up on Judgment Day

Let me hear golden trumpets play

Give me life where nothing fails

Not a dream in a wishing well

Say a prayer for the stranger

Listen to the stranger

Wake me up on Judgment Day

Let me hear golden trumpets play

Give me life where nothing fails

Not a dream in a wishing well