Must I lay and wait here scheming,
While the world can drift off dreaming,
Of days filled with love and feeling.
I just glare up at the ceiling.

How I wish I could be sleeping,  
The clock ticks on, still time keeping.
Cars outside, horns are beeping,
Exasperated, almost weeping.

All the helplessness I'm feeling,
Devoid of reason and of meaning.
Oh I'd find it so appealing,
If I could just lay here dreaming.