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 twelve at midnight
The carriage waiting down in front
It’s twelve at midnight
The night in Beckon's so let’s just run
Let’s just run
Let’s just run
Oh
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 twelve at midnight
The carriage waiting down in front
It’s twelve at midnight
The night in Beckon's so let’s just run
Let’s just run
Oh
