There's a fork in this road here before me One brings life and the other's used up The choice is my own To burn or to grow And I just can't seem to sleep in this bed If you'd leave me to my own devices I'd just bleed at the hands of my vices I'm a liar, I'm a cheat A gun smoking with heat And I just can't seem to sleep in this bed I find truth in the words of wise men In old books and the tales of "back then" But when my heart's in a story With the characters' glory Well I just can't seem to sleep in this bed I'd be wrong to say that I'm not trying But the hope within me is dying Want to give but I take Long to heal yet I break And I just can't seem to sleep in this bed I just can't seem to sleep in this bed I wish that I could sleep in this bed