Intro] Yeah... still here. Still wired. Let's go. [Verse 1] I clock in at eleven, I clock out at seven The tie and the shirt are my five-nights-a-week heaven But I was born in denim and I'll die the same way Wrinkled and wired at the end of the day My comic strips sleep in a drawer by the bed Full of characters living the life in my head Somewhere between Rome and New York in my bones A night auditor dreaming on permanent loan [Pre-Chorus] I'll sleep when I'll die, and I'm dead when I sleep Caffeine and melatonin, counting my sheep [Chorus] Here's to me, here's to me Forty-five and still mostly free Here's to me, here's to me The best worst version I could be [Verse 2] The world sets its alarm, I pour my first IPA I'm clocking out, baby, while you're starting your day You sleep like a citizen, nine-to-five and neat I sleep like a theory — incomplete I'm not easy to live with, I'm not easy to know I run on Amber ale and a real slow tempo But I found my dimension in the dead of the night Somewhere the clock's broken and everything's right [Pre-Chorus] I'll sleep when I'll die, and I'm dead when I sleep Caffeine and melatonin, counting my sheep [Chorus] Here's to me, here's to me Forty-five and still mostly free Here's to me, here's to me The best worst version I could be [Bridge] Twenty-five had the fire but none of the gray Thirty-five had the plans but forgot the way Forty-five's got the beard and the wrinkles to prove Still chaotic, still brilliant, still finding the groove [Verse 3] The hotel goes quiet around four A.M. Just me and my notebook and the night again She's sleeping back home while I'm guarding the hall The best thing I never deserved at all Take off the tie, take off the shirt Back to my jeans, back to the dirt Born wrinkled, staying wrinkled, that's the deal — The only uniform that's ever been real [Pre-Chorus] I'll sleep when I'll die, and I'm dead when I sleep Caffeine and melatonin, counting my sheep [Final Chorus] Here's to me, here's to me Forty-five and still mostly free Here's to me, here's to me The best worst version I could be ... The best worst version i could be! [Outro] Still here. Still late. Still on the night shift. Somewhere between Rome and New York. Tie's off. Jeans on. Still brilliant.... Probably. ... Cheers to me.
