| The End of a Day I don't know what to do to sing myself to sleep No more; With tea in hand I shuffle across the floor My eyes turn sideways And catch myself looking away - Mirror, Mirror The beautiful have all gone home (I've unhooked the phone, pretending someone might call) Not at all, not at all Thoughts rock through my brain I hum a song But the words elude me Because the tune is long and mild - forgettable And I remember to set the alarm A goodwill gesture To keep the promise to wake up In the morning. |