Let The Record Run
The needle waves so neatly,
I could fall asleep completely,
But I have things to do tomorrow,
No time to think, no time to rest,
Must move on, do what seems best.
Rotating like the world,
A feeling not unlike cotton being swirled,
All around my prone laying form,
Eyelids flickering on occasion out of time,
Must be heaven like, feel so benign.
Let the record run, let the record run,
Let the man sing his song,
Maybe sing your own when you feel fine,
Or wait till learning is done,
And so play on.