Another car passes by Shapes of light move across the room I try to catch them but they slip away The street softly sings a lullaby But slumber avoids my eyes I try to hold on to the night Before it runs away
The dark seems pretty jumpy About a spot of light And I won't come between them Nor get into their fight
I once told Mr. Sandman "Please take off your shoes, just look at all this sand!" We got into a quarrel I never heard the end The window's staring slightly But directly at the wall It's not a staring contest But they're not bad at all
The dark seems pretty jumpy About a spot of light And I won't come between them Nor get into their fight
I reach out picking stray dreams That flew away too soon Then I just take my backpack And catch the first bus to the moon