It's so late that it's early in the morning   And there's nothing good on TV   And then with no early warning   This thought comes over me      We'll write a song about trying to stay awake   And it's getting late    In the morning you're out of tune    you can't write a song in the afternoon   But when it's half past midnight   You put words to chords 'til it feels right      The letters are scrambled   And I can't even say what I word right   It's a feeling you get when your hands is awake and    your mind are in bed   The lyrics ramble    It's an insomniac's delight   but you can bet tonight we might wake up the dead      We'll write a song about trying to stay awake   And it's getting late    In the morning you're out of tune    you can't write a song in the afternoon   But when it's half past midnight   You put words to chords 'til it feels right      I'm not at all tired   Heck, I'm not tired at all   I guess I'll just sing everything that I think of   It's not that I'm wired   I'm just bouncing of the wall   The words ring as they bring me to the brink of...      Writing a song about trying to stay awake   And it's gottec late    In the morning you're out of tune    you can't write a song in the afternoon   Put words to chords 'til it felt right   And now it's daylight