Whenever it steals over me

I'll take my sleep
whenever it steals over me, I might awake
for water, end up lighting smokes
and closing windows, but
I know I'm being called,
and where, and when:
I'm bound for down,
my time has stalled
and all too soon, it must
start up, again.

And so, just now
in fact:

I wish you good morning,
and I'll chase through night
after you 'til your dawn has broken,

over me,

to get it back.