a sleepin' pill

has made you ill

and caused you to regress

you're losin' touch

with simple pleasures

your life is gettin' dull



your telephone neurosis

it's killin' all us

your friends are gettin' famous

but that's not who have to call

you're havin' trouble wakin' up

you want things to be perfect

you're always at the window

you think it's safer there