Bernadette

It was a quarter 'til four a.m.
 Alone in my kitchenette
 That's where I met Bernadette
 I still can see her now
 First she kicked on the wash machine
 Streaked across my TV screen
 And rustled the magazines
 And blew my candle out
 But how many days passed since then?
 Since I saw her silhouette
 Now I want her back again
 Oh, my Bernadette
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 It was the strangest of summer dreams
 Those nights she spent haunting me
 She touched me across centuries
 And I never felt alone
 But one morning, I knew she'd gone
 Left the lights and Victrola on
 And I woke to the saddest song
 A tune from long ago
 Now it feels like I lost a friend
 And I find myself wonderin'
 Will she haunt my home again?
 Oh, my Bernadette
 And each night when I go to bed
 I leave one candle flickerin'
 She finds her way back again
 Oh, my Bernadette