"Stress Dreams" lyrics

"Stress Dreams"

I've been waking up tired
I've been working for hours
And I'm missing the mark
Before the day even starts
When my boy cries to me in the dark

Try to stretch it out slowly
But to start the day knowing
That it ends in my bed
Soaked in sweat
All these wheels still turning in my head

I came to bitter wits end
Three months into pure exhaustion
See what it's done to me
Not the man I used to be

I went to the greatest lengths to
Relent and give myself to rest
No luck facing these endless days half awake
At best

It's harder to keep
My gaze off the floor
When rest isn't restful anymore
As if my mind is not racing
The length of the day
Oh lord take these stress dreams away

I've been waking up tired
I've been working for hours
And I'm missing the mark
Before the day even starts
When my boy cries to me in the dark

Try to stretch it out slowly
But to start the day knowing
That it ends in my bed
Soaked in sweat
All these wheels still turning in my head

It's harder to keep
My gaze off the floor
When rest isn't restful anymore
As if my mind is not racing
The length of the day
Lord take these stress dreams away


Writer(s): Townes Van Zandt
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