Talking in My Sleep

I’ve got half a mind to move uptown
Tidy up, settle down
Train my hands to understand the working week
But all those buildings make me nervous
No shirt, no shoes, no Sunday service
I’m tired of talking in my sleep
Ooh, I’ve been talking in my sleep
I can’t tell if I’m the cannon or the cannonball
You can tell yourself it’s spring until the petals fall
Now I feel the winter closing ranks
Time to push my chair back to the table
Steal a mare, burn the stable
Call the boss and offer him my things
All my things
Ooh, I’ve been talking in my sleep
Yeah I wonder what another year would do to me
Take the decorations off another Christmas tree
Watch the days get longer and the kudzu grow
But time is dear and talk is cheap
There’s more to waking up than making ends meet
Sometimes you gotta get out before you get old
Or you’ll get old
Ooh, I’ve been talking in my sleep
I’ve been talking in my sleep