Wrong to say that I am giving up
Right to say that I ain't showing up 
I've got pictures at my home 
And doors that transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone 

I don't think I'm gonna miss you much 
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch 
All your lectures will become 
Converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone 

Ode to sleep perchance to dream 
To live again those joyous scenes 
The laughter and the follies that 
Are locked away inside my head