>Another sleepless night
>Starlight snores away in your bed
>You stumble around the shed
>Cracking open a cold Bud Light
>Is this real or just another dream
>Hands are shaking
>Around a piece of rope they’re snaking
>A fantasy as sweet as whipped cream
>It’s probably not real
>Wrapping the rope around a hook
>Just like in the book
>You’re not going to have another meal
>One last time you look over to your mare
>In the morning this will not be a pretty sight
>You step on the chair with all your might
>Kicking it away you simply stare