Crashing and Burning

Crashing and Burning,
Burning and crashing,
Late night sleep…
I’ve ceased to quit thrashing

Wake up honey,
my wife directs
I think that you’re low…
get outta bed!!!

yeahhhhhhhhh… moofffffkaayyy…
just a turn and a twist
a rollover dismissal
from a man who resists

zzzzzzbeeebbbeeeb…zzzzzzzzbeeebbbeeebbbbb
Is all my wife hears
as I ignore all the warnings
and my own late night fears

Get up, she says …
…with an elbow to ribs
Stop saying you’re fine
I know it’s a fib

Jokayyyy…Jokaayyyy…
'll get up and go,
in the pantry there is…
Some late night carb load

I think as I sit there
how blessed that I am
to be loved and protected
as a lucky, married, man…