I think I ought to go to bed
Its getting dark inside my head
Ive been working now, all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song.
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.
Ive got my poets license
So, Im sending you this poesy;
But, dont expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy,
Im so tired
Think I ought to go to bed;
Im so tired
Im losing contact with my head;
Im so tired
Ive been working now, all night long,
Trying to chase that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.
Ive got my poets license
So, Im sending you this poesy;
But, dont expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy,
Im so tired
Think I ought to go to bed;
Im so tired
Im losing contact with my head;
Im so tired
Ive been up here all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.