The Ceiling of My Mind

As I lay in bed each night
After turning out the light
Hoping that my brain will soon unwind
I give it up because above floats
A ton of little Post-it notes
Stuck upon the ceiling of my mind x2

There's one that says to get a box of sleepy time tea
And one that says "enough of Angelina Jolie"
Is my phone about to ring telling me who's on Larry King?
All upon the ceiling of my mind

There's one of all the fighting of the ladies on The View
And all the tabloid tales to which I'd like to bid adieu
But that checkout garbage seems to have attached itself like glue
All upon the ceiling of my mind

And then as if by chance I see the Lord of the Dance
With those tapping feet all perfectly aligned
And now there's Michael Flatley looking trim and not too fat-ly
All upon the ceiling of my mind
Yes, All upon the ceiling of my mind

And tattooed Jessie James he keeps trying to explain
So what! And that's the kind of trash adhering to my brain
Who just won American Idol, who cares? That's suicidal!
From Post-Its on the ceiling of my mind
Yes, Post-Its on the ceiling of my mind

A million little Post-It notes I'd just as soon forget
If I could I'd just Fed-Ex them Peoria or Tibet
But when I close my eyes I know I'll see them up there yet
Stuck up on the ceiling of my mind
Yes, stuck up on the ceiling of my mind

If I only had one wish, I'd wish to have my mind go blank
I'd listen to some Ella or most anything by Frank
But no, an oil spill has occurred for which we have BP to thank!
All upon the ceiling of my mind!