His hands are small, they settled down to rest upon his lap
His mind's at ease; he breathes night air
There's nothing much to see
And I like watching him fighting to stay awake at night
His eyes, they close for just a wink
His head drifts slowly south
Sleep descends in the still night air, but he won't give it peace
And I like watching him fighting to stay awake at night
He holds his own for quite sometime but can't avoid the end
The crickets sing his lullaby, the wind picks up his dreams
It's all that I need tonight, it's all that and everything to me