Sleep in September

There’ll be time for sleep in September.

Three months went by and I feel like I’m dead.

There will be relief in September.

Work is work. And what is done is done.

I try tell you, I try tell you, done.

We find time to touch a little later.

I am sad, but working is my fun.

I have missed the boat. I’m in the water.

But now I won’t complain until I’m clean.

There’s no use in complaining ‘till I’m clean.

And life pulls it out into the fast gear.

And passes up the useless standing by.

I did get my hands around the tailpipe.

Dragging, but I didn’t miss the ride!

And my hands are burning up in style!