Sleepyhead

Where I ams nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me
I squint my eyes and try to see just wheres the line between a coma and a dream
Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed
The sun is up and its getting late, so shake those lazy bones awake
The rhythm of your heart beeps loud until it stops and robs the room of sound
The doctors filter in and out and try to act like they know what theyre talking about
Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed
The sun is up and its getting late, so shake those lazy bones awake
The sun is up and its getting late
Yeah, the sun is up and its getting late
Yeah, the sun is up, its getting late
Where I ams nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me