My pillow, Face buried in deep as it would go in, Another taste Of a dream, I have again, And again I lie all awake and feeling grim, And the time For me to wake Is 'round again And now I feel Like a pop-eyed freaky freak All-day, Mind is a-bleak and imagination strong, I think I could sleep, But my pillow says I'm wrong, And the time for me to sleep is good and gone Oh no, I weep, I feel so very weak If I close my eyes Very long I'll get some peace, But the time for me to wake is nearing me, But the time for me to wake is nearing me, But the time for me to wake is nearing me