I think I ought to go to bed

It's getting dark inside my head

I've been working now, all night long,

Trying to find that impossible song.

I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.



I've got my poet's license

So, Im sending you this poesy;

But, don't expect no string quartet,

Or anything so cosy,



I'm so tired

Think I ought to go to bed;

I'm so tired

I'm losing contact with my head;

I'm so tired

I've been working now, all night long,

Trying to chase that impossible song

I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.



I've got my poet's license

So, Im sending you this poesy;

But, don't expect no string quartet,

Or anything so cosy,



I'm so tired

Think I ought to go to bed;

I'm so tired

Im losing contact with my head;

I'm so tired

I've been up here all night long,

Trying to find that impossible song

I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.