SINGING IN MY SLEEP
C Ra McGuirt
For John Lennon, on the anniversary of his birthday, 2007
This morning, my good wife said
That I was singing in my sleep
Last night, and though I often speak aloud
Inside of my dreams, it’s a new one on me
Singing in my sleep
What was going on in my head?
I wonder if it was a brand new song
Or somebody else’s, living or dead?
It might have been a tune by John Lennon,
Hank Williams, The Who, or Johnny Cash
It may have been written by my Daddy
Or just some night nonsense to toss in the trash
CHORUS
Still, singing in your sleep
is something to think on, I believe
Was it a song about my Mama’s dog
Or how I’d never take the train and leave?
It could have been Muddy Waters
ELP, BOA, BTO, a dozen more
I wonder was I charged a dream royalty
For performing this tune behind the doors
Of Little Nemo’s Slumberland Café
Or if it was a songwriter’s night
In that little venue, and the tune was my own
I can’t say for sure, but I think that it’s all right
To say it was this song and sing it to you
Before I go back to my warm bed
To dream up other words, and thank you very much
For putting up with what comes out of my head
CHORUS and fade
