Tired Of Sleeping - Suzanne Vega

Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad

It’s just that there’s so much to do

And I’m tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something

His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin

And I just can’t hear what he’s saying

Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking

It’s just that there’s so much to do

And I’m tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies

They’re up to their knees in money

And the dirt of the churchyard steps

Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining

He tore out a piece of his body

To show us his «clean quilted heart»

Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking

It’s just that there’s so much to do

And I’m tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging

Her bones are twisting and dancing

She’s fighting for her small life

Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking

It’s just that there’s so much to do

And I’m tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking

It’s just that there’s so much to do

And I’m tired of sleeping