Angel of the Morning

I see no need to take me home,
I'm old enough to face the dawn.
Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel,
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel,
Then slowly turn away from me.
Maybe the sun's light will be dim, it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we've sinned, well,
It was what I wanted now.
And if we're victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by the light.
Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel,
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel,
Then slowly turn away.
I won't beg you to stay with me.