Rodeo

Sat by the telephone
I'm here home alone
TV turned on
Bright like an atom bomb

Slept on the sofa bed
Contacts left in again
Eyes soldered shut
No point in waking up
Sleeping give me peace of mind

Countless times I've tried
To gain control
But every time I find myself at a loose end
Bad habits grow

[Interlude]

Countless times I've tried
To get some peace of mind
One thought at a time