All of these eloquent apologies
These accidental prophecies
The difference dissolves in a twirl of time
Think about how The West was wasted
And how the future tasted
When memory replaced it
Again and again, oh my

What a day's work, peeling the night away
Revealing the story
Of a sleepwalker, sleeptalker
I don't know where I go
Just don't make me say, 'I'm sorry'

How can anyone really relax
How can anyone really keep calm
When one little nerve reacts
And the whole world turns on
I breathe between the beats
I leave the sheets warm
You might lose me, but I won't be gone

It's all in a day's work...