His hands are small, they settled down to rest upon his lap His mind's at ease; he breathes night air There's nothing much to see And I like watching him fighting to stay awake at night His eyes, they close for just a wink His head drifts slowly south Sleep descends in the still night air, but he won't give it peace And I like watching him fighting to stay awake at night He holds his own for quite sometime but can't avoid the end The crickets sing his lullaby, the wind picks up his dreams It's all that I need tonight, it's all that and everything to me