It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess.

It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.


It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door. When ya
Try to figure out what all this is for

On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
If I Packed a car and leave this town
Who'll notice that I'm not around?

Pinch Me
Pinch Me
Cos I'm still asleep.
Please God
Tell Me
That I'm still asleep