Draw me a golden staff and let me lean
On your heaped up pile of discarded melody
Ride me up in your chariot rhythm machine
I don’t sleep, shake your tambourine
I don’t sleep, shake your tambourine

Away away I’m blind awake away
To your pulsing gentle swaying tidal wave
Wash me out let me hang
I don’t sleep, you know what to shake
I don’t sleep, you know what to shake