Sleep

I'm a sleepyhead, I'm always tired I'm a sleepyhead, with no desire To face the same old day Go to the same old place And yawn, there and back again And the night is cold, my favourite time And the day is old, plays tricks on my mind Drive on the District Bridge Then past the Dallas Ridge And yawn, there and back again To face the same old day Go to the same old place And yawn, there and back again