Play me a song,
I don't wanna go to bed
Got too many thoughts,
Replaying moments in my head
Play me a song,
I don't wanna go to sleep
I'd rather think about how delicate life is
Or anticipate next week
Oh, things are growing
There's no denying that
Not that anyone would
It's a pretty welcomed fact
Things are different
Because she writes more letters
I'm praying more prayers
My sister takes more pictures
Times have really changed
I see it in my friends
I see it in the sky
And find that I've changed with them
Let's hope it's for the better
Tell me if it is when you play me a song
I'll be waiting here in bed
Exhausted, I've been awake too long