i think i ought to go to bed
it´s getting dark inside my head
i´ve been working now, all night long,
trying to find that impossible song.
i think i ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

i´ve got my poet´s license
so, i´m sending you this poesy;
but, don´t expect no string quartet,
or anything so cosy,

i´m so tired
think i ought to go to bed;
i´m so tired
i´m losing contact with my head;
i´m so tired
i´ve been working now, all night long,
trying to chase that impossible song
i think i ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

i´ve got my poet´s license
so, i´m sending you this poesy;
but, don´t expect no string quartet,
or anything so cosy,

i´m so tired
think i ought to go to bed;
i´m so tired
i´m losing contact with my head;
i´m so tired
i´ve been up here all night long,
trying to find that impossible song
i think i ought to go to bed, and call it a day.