Lyrics

It's past midnight in the Western Himalayas
All God's children need a place to lay their heads
But I'm pacing with a pack of stale Salems
Beats twisting in a cold and lonely bed
Fat chance there'd be a fifth of Johnny Walker
To kill the image of your pale and wistful eyes
Now I'm stuck here with the ghost of my desire
It came alive again, much to my surprise
When I think about you, I just can't get to sleep, just can't get to sleep, no I just can't get to sleep
When I think about you, I just can't get to sleep
You know you keep me up, 'cause you're my sweet insomnia