Long past the stars where night stretches far and the light from a time ago leaves a shine seeking tomorrow. Please let me sleep. Maybe I'll have a sweet dream. My dreams of night. They will rise when I close my eyes. Tell me I can go through the sky out the window, into night, out the window. Maybe dreams come from the moon till the stars can fit more room. And the best dreams drift off through the night till its star fades quietly out of sight. Turn the lights off rest your head and go to bed. The day is through, now dreams for you tonight. Sleep well. Goodnight.