Your eyelids are getting heavy
So hard to lift
Your mind begins to wander
Things start to drift
Your arms are getting heavy
Hard to lift
You sink down a little deeper
You're feeling wonderful

You stare across the harbour
At the lights along the bay
Your arms have got so heavy, now
They're just getting in your way

Now you're walking in the holy land
Yeah, that's you there, walking with the king
You ask "What have I done to deserve this?"
Why, you haven't done a thing