There's Not Much Sleeping to Be Had

There’s not much sleeping to be had
In the early hours in my king size bed
You’re lying on the other side
I can’t reach you
G-d knows I’ve tried

There’s not much sleeping to be had
At least admit we’ve given it time
Neither one of us is in our prime, the engine
Was gonna stall sometime

There’s not much sleeping to be had
Your ex wives tell the same sad story
Your eyes glaze over once you’ve dug the quarry and wander
Looking for new territory

There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
I’m like the waking dead
Trying to mend broken thread
Strangled in my bedspread

There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
I’ve forgotten why I had enough
I’ve forgotten what we should discuss
I’ve forgotten why I’m so fucked up
I’m so fucked up

There’s not much sleeping to be had
You drive all night in your black cab
Picking up the stoned and sad, anything
But coming home’s preferred

There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had

None of our friends are still together
The rule of thumb from which we measure
While none of it gives me any pleasure
I wish you best of luck in your future endeavours