Sleep – Linda Severt

I work for money; I work for fun
But I work too much sometimes
It’s getting crazy; life on the run
It seems like such a crime

Tote that barge; lift that bale
Work my fingers to the bone
I’m getting tired; I’m getting pale
I think I’ll turn off the phone
	
And sleep
	And sleep

I’m feeling rested; I’m feeling fine
I slept for several days
After some coffee, but before the wine
Why don’t you come by my place?

We’ll go out walking, ‘till we get tired
We’ll feel the wind in our hair
And then we’ll come back and make a fire
Curl up in that big, round chair

	And sleep
	And sleep

Don’t you think you should get back to work?
Don’t you think you should make that call?
Don’t you think you should check your PO box?
Don’t you think you might fall?

No, I think I’ll just sleep.