I don’t know about you but when my skies are gray,
I want to pull the covers over my head until they go away.
I want to stay tucked in safe where it’s nice and warm,
Where I can feel hidden away from any kind of harm.
If you’re looking for me that’s probably where I’ll be,
Just me and my handy book light in case I want to see.
Yes underneath the blankets is where I’ll find new attitude,
Especially on those nights when you’re sleeping in the nude.