Old and Tired

I'd love to stay up late tonight
and party with the moon,
but I have dreams I need to dream
and they are coming soon.

I hear the music growing now,
the waves, humming along,
are dancing to the rhythm of
the old moon's cheery song.

The little stars will tap their feet
in joyous harmony,
waiting their turn to join the dance
above the moonlit sea.

So many nights I've laid awake
and watched the nightly dance,
but such is not my fate tonight,
There's not the slightest chance.

So think of me when all the stars
are dancing through the sky.
I'll be wrapped up in flannel dreams,
snuggled down with a sigh.