Sleeping Soul - Jon Allen

It’s the end of an evening

The bar’s propping me up

A pair of empty pockets

Is the only thing I’ve got

The sounds I make are hollow

The words don’t come out right

The clock turns into tomorrow

But it feels just like tonight

Tears I didn’t show

Where did they go

Into my dreaming sleeping soul

They file out in slow motion

Lines wounded soldiers make

They’re happy in oblivion

But I am wide awake

And all the drink inside me

Don’t still my shaking hands

I see everything around me

But I still don’t understand

Tears I didn’t show

How could I know

Into my dreaming sleeping soul

Well you know I’ll come around

You can’t keep a fool heart down

And I’ll smile and shake it off

When you’re had enough

Tears I didn’t show

Couldn’t let go

Inside my dreaming sleeping soul

Caught in my dreaming sleeping soul

Caught in my dreaming sleeping soul