I want a back seat
Because I'm dead beat
I'm respirating
Two [souls / soles] of the [ape here]

Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads
The road ahead it takes us to our bed
Sleepyheads, sleepyheads
Our minds they race but our bodies are dead

Just like looking for footprints
Looking for footprints

The lights are twisted
Each one is misted
To far and counting
Head nod in twenty

Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads
The road ahead it takes us to our bed
Sleepyheads, sleepyheads
Our minds they race but our bodies are dead