Bed Time

Armies of soldiers are sleeping tonight
And moonlight is kissing their eyes
When you awake you will be free
I'll be your lullaby
Alcohol, no need to feel
Rest in these fuzzy arms

Some nights are easy. Some nights are hard. Some nights I can curl up on Schlafenstrasse and be out cold in 45 minutes or less. Some nights the birds outside taunt me with their songs.

Tonight I'm trying a new approach: beer. Nothing like a depressant to chase away the late-night can't-sleeps. I'd be worried about the prescription of booze for my mood if I were depressed but really, it's not sorrow that's keeping me awake.