Another Night... "Good night"

Closing my eyes, sitting in my chair.
The little sting of the sandman coaxing me to stop.
I want to say let's go... I'm going to rest my head.
I know behind me, I could be lying down and in my bed.

I want to stop and call it a night and save the juice.
Walk around pulling strings, turning out the lights.
No matter what I do I can't stop thinking of you.
Romantic memories... beat myself up. What's the use?

It seems I'll never learn that it's just so dumb
for me to think. I think too much. Just let it go.
I finish off what they start and doubt it'll happen.
Forget it. You're only as good as your last show.

My eyes are almost shut. I can barely see.
It's you. Is it a dream? You're right here.
The little sting reminding me you're not.
Romantic memories and me... you forgot.