Meet the author at the shop with wheels on it Buy a book and get an autograph on it Saw the table there with all your books on it There was one I swear without your name on it The story there was one I'd read before They woke me up I was sleeping on the floor "The Author," they told me What if we never had to sleep Think how much better our life would be If we didn't have to sleep
We could fit so much more things done in to day When sleep time comes No-one will run What if nothing was pretty Think how much easier life would be If we never stopped and looked around It would mean more things done in to day Trying to leave the party And I'm trying to leave the party And I'm dying to leave the party in my head