it’s often late when i get home
i just raced myself back from
some vibrant part of town
this strange big town
this strange big town
hurrying home
cause i’m so tired that i’m almost dead
i’ve got to get to bed
i’ve gotta get to bed
and rest my head
and rest my head
in the kitchen
i close the doors
i’d hate to wake them all
with my noise
with that clattering noise
with my noise
find some food
i don’t need it but it helps me to
get through
it helps me to get through this
whatever it is
find a page
from the day before the day before
yesterday’s paper
i don’t take much in
cause i’m eating
i don’t take much in
then i go and brush my teeth
it always takes too long
somethings wrong
something must be wrong
something’s terribly wrong
something’s wrong
in my pjs i’m in bed
and after a chapter or two
i’m almost ready to
turn out the light
but i’m scared
i’m scared
i’m scared i won’t sleep tonight