I’m sitting here at three in the morning,
Clock’s ticking and the house is sleeping ,
Three hours until the sun will rise ,
Three hours until my sons will slide, With slippered feet downstairs
And ask me to make pancakes.

And still my sleep eludes me.

There was that drink I had at ten
What was it? Tea? It had caffeine!
And then of course there’s work to do, To plan, to plan, and then to worry: Three more shows, and all that travel, All that baking (!)
Can’t be right…Let’s do the math again.
Again.
Be safe and do the math again.

And still my sleep eludes me.

I’ve taken time, I’ve taken baths, I’ve taken pills,
Yet here I am, sweat soaked and hazy, Wondering what will happen come tomorrow,
I’m counting sheep and counting stars ,
And counting ticks and tocks of clocks, I’m counting down the next three hours

And still my sleep eludes me.