I'm tired
The gun has fired
The damage done
I've had my fun
Now I lay me down to sleep
I watch my day seep
Through my fingers
As I fall into a dream
About me with a bunch of  diggers
The seam
Between reality and the dream world fades
We, me and the diggers, hand each other spades
But, we dig for no gold, old and wise
Nor for a diamond, big in size
But a place to sleep
We are tired, sore and meek
We seek
Shelter wherever possible
We don't need any place relax able
Just a place to lay our sore bodies
And float on the cookie boat
On the milk river
I'm tired
And I lay me down to sleep