An Invitation to Sleep In My Arms

Tomorrow they'll strap me down on a bed

And remove the top of my head!

Which is why I don't think nows the right time

To have too much hope

I may be a dope, but I don't think so!

No I don't think so, no I don't think so..

Would you ever consider

Lying close to me tonight?

Could be exciting..

I'm inviting you to sleep in my arms

Maybe we'll laugh too loud

Maybe we'll dance and you will sing

Maybe we'll smile at all the pleasures

Sex and eating often bring

Maybe we'll say no words

Just saying nothing is sublime

Maybe we'll read a book you always meant to read

For which you haven't found the time..

(RHODA's cell phone rings)

Oh god, sorry

Hello?

(sung)

Excuse me, but Bungee’s calling to state

How though he knows you're about to sedate

But by tomorrow at 10 he needs the "Yes song"

Fuck him!

He says no matter what

He's going to rehearse the "Yes song"

He'll wait

He says his son, "Mr. Music" wrote a verse of the "Yes song"

He's going to use if your song isn’t finished..

Tonight, then

Just disregard what he says

And sit and reminiscence with Roger instead!

If you get overanxious

Pick up a pen, finish the song

Maybe I'm wrong..

But I don't think so!

No I don’t think so, no I don’t think so

I'd love to love

But need to write..

I get distracted so damn easily!

(Forget the writing)

(I'm inviting you) There are other nights

(To sleep in my arms) I'll have to sleep in your arms!

(And if you snore) I should've done

What I meant to do

(I'll let you snore) I could've been

Who I meant to be

(Maybe theres more) I could’ve written

The score to our lives

(Maybe theres more) Or a symphony

A simple symphony

(Maybe we'll say) A simple symphony! I'm just afraid

(No words)

That you'll lose this job

(Just saying) A simple symphony 'Cause Bungee's

(Nothing) Bungee

(Is sublime)

You'll lose this job!

(Maybe we'll) A simple symphony..

(Read a book)

(You always meant) You need this job!

(To read)

Look, it's my decision, okay?

Nobody asked my opinion

But why don't you tell him

His was the best invitation?

Why is he making such a scene!

While you sit discussing what you've gotta discuss

I'm off to your place for a date with Mr. Clean

I love him!

Lie with the man

Whaddaya, stupid?

Go and fly with the man!

At least tonight go fly

While I depart in hope

And not in sorrow

Goodbye, my loves, goodbye

Operation tomorrow

Tonight, though

Could be my very last chance

To write something I could be remembered by..

It may not be a great song

But it could be my last song

And I hope you'll understand

If I simply kiss your hand

And say

Goodnight..