• The fire grows dim
    bottles hold ashes and embers
    How is the night?
    It's been so long, I scarcely remember.

    And it's hard to think anything
    is worth keeping dear to me
    the more I slip, the more I cling
    grasping at straws for lyrics to sing
    but old man sleep is coming tonight.

    So it's time to turn in
    in a bed that I'll never share
    and time to begin
    the dreams that have since become nightmares

    Cause the dreams of you are here to stay
    But me--I'll keep on fadin' away.
    the more I sleep, the more I crave
    a yesteryear, but all I've saved
    is a minor melody's goodbye