Verse
Look twice at the telephone, you
Call it's three a.m., and with a
Sleepy mind and closed ears, I said
"Wait 'til Sunday, I'll call you then."
Important things slip by, you go to
Me for some insight, I just
Shrug and march along, hoping everything
Will be alright
Chorus
I spend my life just trying to sleep, but I
Lose the hours I get to see, and I
Know the prescription to set this right, but the
Problem is I'm just so sick, oh I worry too much!
Instrumental
Refrain
Pick up pieces of a tired mind, look around
And see what you can find, then go
Fix the pieces you left torn, repeat
To yourself, "I've been reborn," oh!
Verse
Look thrice at the telephone, you
Send a text instead, and with all the
Strength that I could lend you, I call you
Back and try to listen
Important things stop by, I handle
Them as best as I might, I'll give you a
Hug and march along, hoping everything
Will be alright
Chorus
I spend my life just trying to sleep, but I
Lose the hours I get to see, and I
Know the prescription to set this right, but the
Problem is I'm just so sick of the fight
I spend my life just trying to sleep, but I
Lose the hours I get to see, and I
Know the prescription to set this right, but the
Problem is I'm just so sick, oh I worry too much!
Instrumental
Verse
That's a piece of life, you see, it's
Action mixed with empathy, and if you
Can't bring the whole world to the light, then
Know that everything will be alright