Go To Bed

Hate to see you down Somethings come and messed you right around Got nowhere to run And you're playing strings too highly strung Say you're tired of dreaming Pebbles in the shoes you're wearing And you've done nothing wrong But right can be the essence of the storm Feel the weight of the day and you're spent Wondering where the last dollar went Does your heart tick the way that it should All concern, nothing good A busy bee is building a hive Between your ears, behind your eyes Busy bees, back and forth through the air Till you must disappear A busy bee is building a hive Between your ears, behind your eyes Busy bees, back and forth through the air Till you must disappear