Postal Service, The - Sleeping In текст песни

Where there was never any mystery

Of who shot John F. Kennedy

It was just a man with something to prove

Slightly bored and severely confused

He steadied his rifle with his target in the center

And became famous on that day in November



Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in . . .



Again last night I had that strange dream

Where everything was exactly how it seemed

No concerns about the world getting warmer

People thought that they were just being rewarded

For treating others as they'd like to be treated

For obeying stop signs and curing diseases

For mailing letters with the address of the sender

Now we can swim any day in November



Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in . . .