Bedhead

I stay in bed all day counting the dots on my face I think they're benign but I'm worried I'll find Something I'm too late to treat Maybe it's early for wine But it feels like midnight most of the time Even though she's gone I'm feeling fine I'm so sick of being stuck in bed I'm so sick of being stuck in my head Time to turn it around Turn it around Turn it around Turn it around I want to run in the grass Feel the wind in my hair let time fly past I don't wanna work another week Man's born free but lives in chains And I've been wearing the same shirt for days I need something better to drag me outta this haze I'm still wondering what comes next When you're tired of love and tired of sex I'm so sick of being stuck in bed I'm so sick of being stuck in my head Time to turn it around Turn it around Turn it around Turn it around