Album: Master of Styles
Turning, turning, I'm having trouble sleeping.
Stirring, wheezing, I'm having problems breathing.
Awake in the middle of the night, a silence so profound.
Shadows cast by headlight pouring in from all around.
After I'm finished counting sheep I'm praying for rain.
Maybe I'll finally get some sleep praying for rain.
Stirring, stirring, eyes glued to the TV screen
Cursing, searching, for something I haven't seen.
I should be resting, but it doesn't seem that late.
Is there something I can take because I'm tired of being awake.
After I'm finished counting sheep I'm praying for rain.
Maybe I'll finally get some sleep
I want someone to play to me, the sound of going crazy.
I want someone to play to me, the sound of going crazy.
I want someone to play to me, the sound of going crazy.
I want someone to play to me...
Yawning, drifting, almost cursing daylight.
Dreaming, dreaming, welcome the incoming tide.
I guess it's about that time; 5 o'clock in the morning.
Thank God for the waters, the waters of the rain.
After I'm finished counting sheep I'm praying for rain.
Maybe I'll finally get some sleep praying for rain.