we all
are waiting for a bed
both day
and night we bide our time
a
peaceful place to rest our head
some
wait in anger, some with dread
some so
comfortably sublime
we all
are waiting for a bed
we think
about the lives we’ve lead
our
brains are working overtime
a
peaceful place to rest our head
no one
can say what lies ahead
within
this present paradigm
we all
are waiting for a bed
we
ponder all the things we’ve said
the
mountains that we’ve had to climb
a
peaceful place to rest our head
we think
of better days instead
when we
were young and in our prime
we all
are waiting for a bed
a peaceful place to rest our head
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