Lord, as I drift into my weary bed
	and face the treacheries my subconscious fears are spawning,
lend me some comfort for my troubled head,
	and I'll give it back in the morning.

Send me warm love as I join the temporary dead,
	and send me sailing safe into the crack of dawning.
Then, when I'm well rest-healed, help me to levitate my load of lead
	so's I can set foot into another day - astretching and ayawning.