[Verse 1] There’s a folder at the doorway and a letter on the chair Every page requests an answer, but I leave it resting there I turn down every question as I turn down every light Truth can keep its office hours—I’m retiring for the night [Chorus] I sleep well at night, so I must be right My pillow says my conscience is clear Let the facts wait outside till the morning light They’re terribly inconvenient here [Verse 2] There are dates that don’t quite match up, there are details out of place But my blanket makes a stronger and more comforting case I like me as I was then; I see no need to change If the story needs adjusting, I can simply rearrange [Chorus] I sleep well at night, so I must be right My pillow says my conscience is clear Let the facts wait outside till the morning light They’re terribly inconvenient here [Bridge] No need for reflection when the mirror agrees No need for correction when I’m perfectly pleased The moon is my witness, the night is my judge And neither has asked me to alter or budge [Final Chorus] I sleep well at night, so I must be right My pillow says my conscience is clear Let the facts wait outside till the morning light They’re terribly inconvenient here [Outro] Eight peaceful hours, year after year With every inconvenient fact waiting here
