Lyrics

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