Here, there's an old book
Following my dawn
No one told me what to do after
Reading a horrible story
I'm gonna hit the hay
With my empty bedside
Now I'm gonna hit the hay
Can't you feel the movement
Under my toes?
Under my toes
Toss and turn
Pull up the covers
Lift up again
Toss and turn
Pull up the covers
Lift up again
Lift up again
I fall asleep on the hand
That sweeps my hair
No one told me what to do after
Reading a horrible story
