[Narration: John Ireland]
Another midnight
Another day has hurried out of town to make room for tomorrow
Another day to waste, wondering where you are, what you are doing
In the good days I always knew where you were at midnight
You were with me

[Judy Garland]
When the clock strikes twelve in this small suburban town
Almost all the folks are fast asleep
And there's no one to say, "Here's a brand new day"
Maybe this will be a day I can keep
But when we were in love in New York, and the clock struck midnight
And a bright new tomorrow was near
We'd thank our lucky stars we weren't in Texas
But there, right there
Right there in New York where the skyscrapers masked our state of mind
We lived in a neon dream of love and youth combined
It was our Manhattan, we owned that town
But it's different now, and it becomes distressingly clear
At the end of each identical day, tomorrow doesn't shine as brightly
When you are far, far away

At the stroke of midnight, some special midnight
I'll make the most of the nighttime
I'll be on the right street at the right time
And maybe you'll walk up to me with a soft, "Hello"
And I will take your hand and follow you where you go
We'll walk down a street that likes us just the way we are
And very much in love, we'll be the way we are
And very much in love we'll try to stay
And every tomorrow will be a better day