Lyrics
She's captain of her sails
Too bad the winds got in her way
Tide’s changing up ahead
So cut off your ears, head east of issues
This conversation's done
We've covered heads, she's covered tails
She's cut off her conscience, son
Deep in your head, and you're still
Crying but you don't have the right
You take sides with spirit and forsake them with spite
Bundle all of the yarn up in a gluttonous heap
You would use the whole barn up, but you love to count sheep
So count sheep
This diamond's not for sale
With big advertisements in our heads
One lie won't tip the scale
For rich little beggars making big bets
They're out to lunch this call
Fat cats away, dead mice decay
Recount your own recourse
Awake in your bed, and lay there
Crying that you don't have the right
Go on, open your feeder for another big bite
You run all kinds of red lights except the ones on your street
When you run out of exits, you can always count sheep
So count sheep
