I'm a sleepyhead, with no desire

To face the same old day

Go to the same old place



And yawn, there and back again



And the night is cold, my favourite time

And the day is old, plays tricks on my mind

Drive on the District Bridge

Then past the Dallas Ridge



And yawn, there and back again



To face the same old day

Go to the same old place



And yawn, there and back again