Roll Away Bed - Ellis Paul

Wake up Gracie

You’re stealing the covers again

It’s 4 in the morning

December’s outside creeping in

Now 1000 times over I love you

1001 now it’s said

But if I want to sleep I’ve got to find you

Your very own rollaway bed

Now I’m a night person

Come home late from playing the bars

You’re tossing and turning

Spinning like Saturn and Mars

At 8 in the morning you wake me

With your coffee, your jam, and your bread

You’d be less likely to burn me

In your very own rollaway bed

Saturday we wake up

We’re driving round town

Trying to find the perfect bed

You fall on the mattress

You faint like an actress

The salesmen are all turning red

Move over Gracie

I can’t face sleeping alone

Without all that tossin'

It don’t even feel like I’m home

Now 1000 times over I love you

1002 now it’s said

Baby I don’t mean to wake you

But is there room in the rollaway bed?