In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
asleep
I'm going to calm my mind
I'm going to shut my mouth
my eyelids are drooping heavy
and I believe they're heading south
I'm stifling a yawn
and my head is falling back
get off that couch, boy
it's time to hit the sack
and fall asleep
I'm falling asleep
ain't nothing on the TV
and it's too damn dark to walk
I don't think I can make it through
another minute on the clock
all the leaves are brown
and the sky is gray
but I ain't dreaming of California
it's time to hit the hay
and fall asleep
I'm falling asleep
sominex and tylenol
and chamomile tea
are making sure my p's and q's
translate to lots of z's
sweet dreams are made of these
pull back the blankets
give a kiss and say goodnight
check under the bed for monsters
don't let the bed bugs bite
drift unencumbered into slumber
pray the Lord your soul to keep
you've finished all your stories
now it's time to count some sheep
and fall asleep
I'm falling asleep
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