THREE THIRTY-THREE… a song

 

THREE THIRTY-THREE

Tossing and turning my head raised to look

At the clock on the nightstand

There’s something afoot

How can it be

What do I see

3:33 – 3:33

 

Inside my head, there’s lots of confusion

This way and that

So full of illusion

How can it be

I’m not asleep

3:33 – 3:33

 

Every problem

Runs through head

Every thought

Here in my bed

How can be

So hard to sleep

3:33 – 3:33

 

 

Holding my pillow

An arm stretched out high

Trying my best not to wake up my wife

This time of night

Something’s not right

3:33 – 3:33

 

Do I get up or continue to lay here?

Writing these songs

The music is in there

This way and that

A matter of fact

At 3:33 – 3:33

 

Every problem

Runs through head

Every thought

Here in my bed

How can be

So hard to sleep

3:33 – 3:33

Why can’t the Sandman send me a sign?

Every morning at this same time

Is this what my world continues to be?

3:33 – 3:33

Every problem

Runs through head

Every thought

Here in my bed

How can be

So hard to sleep

3:33 – 3:33

3:33 – 3:33 – 3:33…