Handy sack

You toss your head like the clothes on your bed
Your feet are cold your sleeping on gravel
You put your mind to rest this moment you'll forget
As the mysteries of today begin to unravel

Alive in a scream and shout silently to someone unseen
I should have I could have I didn't all in vain
But there's no one in your room; you awoke too soon,
And you stare out through the clammy morning's rain

You can't find your clock as something else get knocked
Ah dam it the times probably seven
So you struggle with lead to find comfort for your head
And you sail back to the island paradise from heaven

Only you'll know what you'll find in the tunnels of your mind
For those last few hours of sleep
The corners of your room open out too soon
As the garbage crew arrive in from the deep.
“Beep…Beep…Beep!”