Heading West

I'm heading west tomorrow For a wedding Sunday eve And very early is the hour When I have to leave. When I arrive, though, it will seem Much later than it is So by the evening I'll be like A Coke without the fizz. For bodies sometimes need some time Before they can adjust And crossing time zones may just leave Our vigor in the dust. Still, I will party 'til I may Just crumble in a heap, But on the red-eye coming home You'll find me fast asleep.