At Day’s Close
And that night I laid awake
And that night I laid awake
With thoughts running through my head
With thoughts running through my head
With thoughts running through my head
With thoughts running through my head
As I tossed and turned
The hours fled
The cold morning sun
Is drawing near
The wind whispering
And house settling
Is all I hear
Thinking about my future
Thinking about my past
Thinking Thinking Thinking
About the things that haunt me
This isn't the first time
My overactive mind
Has kept me up
And it won't be the last
And it won't be the last
This isn't the first time
And it won't be the last