i tossed and turned last night
and struggled for some sleep
my body’s quitting time
is not the same as my mind
i think about the things
that happened in the day
and sometimes it’s the things that i wish had

it’s too late for worrying
cause it’s too late to do anything about it
and i wonder when the morning comes
and my body’s fighting with the wakeup call
will any of this matter at all

it never fails before i finally drift off
something i forgot to do will reappear
and i weigh the pros and cons of getting out of bed
but my heavy eyelids always seem to win

because all too often the world is weighing on our backs
and we’re the ones who lack the strength to hold it
and now i know why our mother’s teach us how to pray
before we try and end the day
and leave it all behind