Tonight, my memories will melt into dreams.
Today and yesterday will all just be
A thing from the past,
Too fuzzy to see.
But maybe as I drift away,
Into the mix of yesterdays,
I can count all the memories of today
As though I were counting sheep.
And then the fuzzy and the dark the bright
Will keep me company throughout the night.
And eventually all these thoughts and sights
Will lull me on till morning.