Mine eyes are very tired from long days without sound sleep
Both of these bleary orbs are ringed with circles running deep
For me night after night, there is no use counting sheep
The clock keeps marching on
Such a sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
The clock keeps marching on
Can't keep both eyes open as I burn the midnight oil
The candle licking at both ends as I toil
Pen in hand, as endless thoughts within me boil
My mind just races on
Such a sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
My mind just races on
Mine eyes, they fly wide open as my heart begins to race
I look over to see the clock is laughing in my face
At my jangled nerves, for I still feel out of place
The moon keeps passing on
Such a sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
The moon keeps passing on
My mind is filled with worry at the coming of the dawn
Of yet another day that I must go and work upon
Sunrise telling me that any chance of sleep is gone
That clock keeps marching on
Such a sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
A sorry, sorry sight for sore eyes
That clock keeps marching on
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Chapter notes: exactly what it sounds like ;)
Chapter end notes: -06/1-3/14
Worked the Crack Of Dawn shift a couple days in a row, but I'm not sure where I picked up this old hymn from (even on a Sunday morning), or why it got stuck in my head, these words just crept into my head as I lamented my usual inability to adjust from Nighthawk to Early Bird, and by the second morning, I had these loose verses to toy with. :D
Of course, I'm by no means the first to have fun with this little ditty, but when unwelcome guests insist on residing in your head when it already aches, there's more than one way to push back. :)