The night is too old Still I can't put myself to sleep. The day is about to spring But I'm dreaming With eyes that are not close. I hear the crickets sing, I'll be missing theย early bird's ring. I watch Tuesday leave And wait what Wednesday bring. Dark as raven, the sky is dead But with a fewย galactic kiss The morning day shall live. Stars are gone The moon takes a gentle bow As the horizon burns. The sun will rise, And daises dance To the chant of early bees. But I wont be there To witness it all. Because at six, I'll be under the old crimson sheets, Making love with my bed.