Wrecking Yard

I’m up too late
Not much more to say
I count fourteen pairs across my walls
I’ve lost the fight
Against the tv light
And every word that I write falls off the page

And it’s too damn hard
Counting sheep in this wrecking yard
And I almost see your face on the tv screen

I’ve been up for day
Fourteen pills and a thing don’t change
I never liked the way those fit anyway
The books on the shelf
Ain’t done a thing for my health
With some concern I might have learned
How to sail

And it’s too damn hard
Counting sheep in this wrecking yard
And I almost see your face on the TV screen
The static’s rearranged
Forgotten faces in a picture frame
And I’ve forgotten what it’s like to fall asleep

And it’s too damn hard
Counting sheep in this wrecking yard
And I almost see your face on the tv screen
The static’s rearranged
Familiar faces in a picture frame
And I’ve forgotten what it’s like to fall asleep