I'm still wondering what to wear
but isn't that half the fun of
getting there?


it's raining
but I don't care
because I'm still in bed
wondering what to wear.

The oil lamps are burning
smoke turns the ceiling black.

and I'm still wondering
should I dress or
should I stay in the sack?

My mind is made up,

and I've realised that
everyone's mind is made up
from the fragments of a fairy tale
from the wish in the well
and the leaking pail

now
I'm like a dog with a bone
decided that
I'm staying at home and
putting on my pyjamas.