[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
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