-Do it for Peter-

I could hide beneath the wing of the bluebird as she sings and the six o'clock alarm would never ring,

but six rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes.

I guess I should have stayed in bed, my pillow wrapped around my head.

I'm as low as I've been in a long time.

Sorrow's turned my heart to frost.

Numb my soul and make it hard for me to see.

My thoughts all seem to stray to places far away.

I need a change of scenery.

I wish I had another drink.