Loosen my lips and dull my mind,
let me fly to where dreams are made...

When you touch me gently,
as you sometimes do at night...

Early in the morning i sleep on my couch,
i can't drift to darkness until it's light...

Often i find myself in this crowed room,
a dank place full of dust and hot breath...

The old man ,the young man setting on the porch in...
the old man rocks slowly contently...

Melting hot for the cold Christmas day,
poor boy born but the drummer boy won't play...

When you touch me gently,
as you sometimes do at night...