Feathers like a dream on my pillow
You take me to space and back again
Cleaned the carpet twice in one week
It's getting sad again
Noises on the roof have shaken me
Voices under my bed hasten me
Take my pills and brush my teeth and
Take a drink and hope for sleep
Heather says i spend too much time alone
I go to the bank and back again
Got a haircut twice in one week
It's looking bad again
Joyce's best friend, ruth, 's mistaken me
For some poor man who left her nakedly
I give her bills and by the skin of my teeth
I buy a drink and pray for some relief