If you can’t sleep at 3 a.m
If you can’t count sheep
Or walk a mile
Or read a book
Or have a snack
Or tweet a while
Or read a book

Just call a friend
On the other side of the world
Where it’s still yet day
With nightfall far away

When minds still awake
Do plot and plan
Or think of things unthought before
And dream of one hundred million things

Like noises in the street
Cars that rumble through the dark
Whizzing past with swishy sounds
And hear the ticking of the clock

Then wait for day to break