Almost There

At least in my dreams
When I’m sleeping
It seems that the needle is full endlessly,
But you keep on waking me.

I’m almost there,
It’s on the tip of my tongue
And it never goes away,
It never comes to stay.

The chances are slight
That I won’t shoot up tonight,
But the sensation that’s waiting beneath
Is a kick in the teeth.

I’m almost there,
It’s on the tip of my tongue
And it never goes away,
It never comes to stay.

I’m almost there,
It’s on the tip of my tongue
And it never goes away,
It never comes to stay.
And it never goes away.