It's so late that it's early in the morning
And there's nothing good on TV
And then with no early warning
This thought comes over me

We'll write a song about trying to stay awake
And it's getting late
In the morning you're out of tune
You can't write a song in the afternoon
But when it's half past midnight
You put words to chords 'til it feels right

The letters are scrambled
And I can't even say what I word right
It's a feeling you get when your hands is awake
And your mind are in bed
The lyrics ramble
It's an insomniac's delight
But you can bet tonight we might wake up the dead

We'll write a song about trying to stay awake
And it's getting late
In the morning you're out of tune
You can't write a song in the afternoon
But when it's half past midnight
You put words to chords 'til it feels right

I'm not at all tired
Heck, I'm not tired at all
I guess I'll just sing everything that I think of
It's not that I'm wired
I'm just bouncing of the wall
The words ring as they bring me to the brink of...

Writing a song about trying to stay awake
And it's getting late
In the morning you're out of tune
You can't write a song in the afternoon
Put words to chords 'til it felt right
And now it's daylight

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