Sleepyhead
Clifford Sarcona
Where I am's nowhere it seems
When thoughts of you get a hold of me
I squint my eyes and try to see
Just where's the line between a coma and a dream
Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed
The sun is up and it's getting late
So shake those lazy bones awake
The rhythm of your heart beeps loud
Until it stops and robs the room of sound
The doctors filter in and out
And try to act like they know what they're talking about
Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed
The sun is up and it's getting late
So shake those lazy bones awake
The sun is up and it's getting late
Yeah, the sun is up and it's getting late
Yeah, the sun is up, it's getting late
Where I am's nowhere it seems
When thoughts of you get a hold of me