Without Dreams

With A Story To Tell

Im stupidly tired but im not at all sleepy,

Ive booked in with old Sandy but he doesnt want to see me

Ive tossed all the turns and ive counted all the sheep

But i there aint a thing to do, to get to fuckin sleep.

Been from Memory Lane to conversation street

From accidents of old to the new people i meet

Through every nook and cranny in every thought thats in my head

Out of all the thoughts ive got, i still cant get to bed

So i open up my typewriter, start to write a prose

And not even writing, will ever help me doze

So i sit here and i scream and i sit here and i yell

And ill sit here without dreams, but with a story to tell.