"(The Secrets That) Lie In Bed"
I can’t believe it
I don’t understand
I won’t believe it
'Til you tell me, first-hand
I don’t think you know who I am
But I am the man
Who forgot the plan
The man who still stands
In a reverie called dreamland
Still sane, still upright
Still sees things at night
But can only be scared by fright
In the mind, the only place you’ll find
The secrets that lie in my head
The secrets that lie in bed
With others secrets and told they shall
To anyone and everyone who vows
To be quiet, to be coax
To do nothing but float
And hold high above their heads
The secrets that lie in bed
And I found a little critter
Crawling near me, a sitter
Not a pest, just one dressed
In its best, a blue suit with a vest
To the nine with his ripe wine
And the vine he kept from the swine
And bakin’ his bacon over a hot stove
Keepin’ his promise, though, he loathed
That he couldn’t tell his mother a bit
And she’d snap back with “I’m fine by it”
Not taking this much longer
He threw his neck yonder
And snapped back into place, lying on his bed
With all of those secrets that lie in his head
Gills by fish and fills by itch
Medicine making you crave the witch
She comes at night by the window
To sit on the fence to wait in the cold
For you to come and tell what you know
But the vow keeps you from singing a note
Blocked up inside your voice sprouts a nose
And it smells something that no one else knows
Finally the hag flew to the North Pole
And sat with Saint Nick until an hour ago
The nose followed on horseback behind the crow
Listened carefully for the chance to waltz in
But not too fast, scared to be turned into a Dachshund
Saint Nick and the witch were torn to pieces
He wanted to know if the children were devious
But the only person who knows is the One who
Knows what you’re thinking when tying your shoe
And even if you have secrets that you keep in your head
And never tell anyone else until you’re pronounced dead
And they find it in a letter beside your bed
The One above knew it all before you were led
To your place in the grave with your body
But to the place in hell with the naughty
Secrets can be filled with lies
Just don’t spread them
Cause if you do, they turn into flies
And around the room they’re headin’
Until a door or window is open
Where you’ll find your secrets are broken
