The bed was still warm where I slept
From these hours I wish to forget
With the night still fresh on my breath
I awoke to the grim face of death

I thought it was all just a nightmare
I guess it was true

As I crawled across the floor for the door
From one room I don't know to the next
There was nothing familiar around
And it just ain't my style to leave the seat down

I pulled on my clothes still half in a dream
As I struggled with my conscience