Insomnia at new moon Imprisoned in circula reasoning In long familiar confusions No newly supplied conclusions Logged in and locked up Repeated and rehashed Unable to sleep Unable to stop On an empty night of the new moon So much, It's all much too much To sleep, much too much The thoughts make their nightly round I've never hunted them down And they continue their same old rant About all the things I have lost About keys, innocence, good friends About prospects, account balances Some of which only in passing Much, much, much dark stuff Too much To sleep, much too much To dream, much too much Insomnia at new moon By my own hand - hardly any relief Nothing helps, at least not for long In this stifling summer night The homeless thoughts keep dancing around No clarity in this state of affairs A knockout is not within my power It's missing 'Til morning not much longer To sleep, much too much To dream, much too much To dream, much too much