A claustrophobic holiday
A biopic that's starring him and me
And my brain
Somnambulant, I catch the E
An ambulance was keeping me from sleep
Deep in Queens
Good God, what's the odds of seeing you here?
New York never felt so young and small
Oh love, wish that I could stay but I'm just
Truly, madly, sleepy
Good guy, Mister Inconsequential
New tie, when did you become no fun?
Oh I'm doting over nothing, must be
Truly, madly, sleepy
As the ending credits begin to roll
And if the world's a stage then
Where's my curtain call?
People, you live and breathe your A-L-T
Where's nothing is you specialty
Maybe, deeply
I knew you'd be here and I wanted to see
Good gut, what's the odds of seeing you here?
New York never felt that wonderful
Oh love, wish that I could stay but I'm just
Truly, madly, sleepy
Good God, Mister Inconsequential
New eyes, when did you become no one?
Oh I'm doting over nothing, must be
Truly, madly, sleepy
I step out of the hearse
Like a horror film in reverse
While we're asleep, we're awake elsewhere
And my eyesight's getting worse
You become a whole new person
And I'm wide asleep 'cause it's rude to stare
Good God, what's the odds of seeing you here
New York never ate the whole apple
My love, wish that I could stay but I'm just
Truly, madly, sleepy
Goodbye, Mister Inconsequential
New vice, when did you become pro-gun?
Oh I'm doting over nothing, must be
Truly, madly, sleepy
Must be truly, madly, sleepy
Must be truly, madly, sleepy