[Lyric] Wheres the Clock (Vic Chesnutt)

Where’s the clock?
I am awfully tired
With a deep desire to sleep
I made the bed a week ago
And you could still bounce a quarter
Off those stolen hospital sheets
Army/Navy surplus, maybe

Sweet tea and a cup of black coffee
Drop the cup and apologize promptly
Café malaise
When night gnaws into day
In a Sominex haze
Will I ever sleep again?
Posturing on that posturepedic
So comfortable

I wallow in my own sweat
Counting sheep
You know that it ain’t worth a shit
I know what I need
And it’s a pharmaceutical need
Counting sheep
You know it ain’t worth a fig
I know what I need
And it’s a pharmaceutical need