I just need some time to
rest my weary bones
waking up at the end of a rough night
I would rather stay at home
I wake up and find too many
books upon the floor,
notes to take and life to scrape
I will never find the door.
I just need five minutes to
rest my weary bones
Then i will wake up and jump into
gear and into my unknown
I wake up and too many things
left undone last night, unsaid
nothing here when the Robin sings,
in the morning I am dead.