Go To Bed

Hate to see you down

Somethings come and messed you right around

Got nowhere to run

And you’re playing strings too highly strung

Say you’re tired of dreaming

Pebbles in the shoes you’re wearing

And you’ve done nothing wrong

But right can be the essence of the storm

Feel the weight of the day and you’re spent

Wondering where the last dollar went

Does your heart tick the way that it should

All concern, nothing good

A busy bee is building a hive

Between your ears, behind your eyes

Busy bees, back and forth through the air

Till you must disappear