Go to Bed

Oh, if the fire spells my name out on the lawn, then I know that it's a dream that I'm crying in And if I wander through the grains that I drove by since I was five, then I will know that it's not as great As the fire there in the nightmare Go to bed and wake tomorrow I always thought that bliss was real until I missed a kiss from you or from the fire that waits for me below Though both those scenes would be so near, that the folly of our dear, dear lives seem so not as great As the fire there in the nightmare Go to bed and wake tomorrow Pray your prayer and cry tomorrow Eat your meal and drink tomorrow Call your mom and dad tomorrow Go to bed and wake tomorrow Go to bed and wake tomorrow