Tired Eyes
words and music by Dan Sheehan
from the album The Dan Sheehan Conspiracy

Tired eyes complain of the day
Tired eyes got nothing to say
Long subway ride take me home
Where I can be all my own

And I know that this simple life will lay me to waste
And I know that I've got to get me out of this place

Sunlight comes through my window
Once more to get up and go
No chance to stay here at home
Where my mind can be all my own

And I know there's a better way of spending my days
And I know that I've got to get me out of this place