The AM station hums its refrain Traffic on the 8s And the weather forecast on my windshield Looks and sounds a lot like rain The FM morning shows want me to know About their favorite commercials I'd rather listen to my windshield wiper blades I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time The city's out of parking spaces, but never out of your citation Paper slips and brand new yellow boots I walk slow past broken window gla** Dirty pigeons, flying rats I scratch my itchy face I haven't shaved in days She tells me to cheer up, if I don't she says I will surely worry to d**h I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time She tells me to cheer up, if I don't she says I will surely worry to d**h Maybe I'll start sleeping better then She says my bad days will only get me if I let them get me But she won't let them win I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time I'm so tired all the time I'm so tired all the time I'm so tired all the time I'm so tired all the time