There's a battle that some people fight
When old age hits rock hard the pavement
It's weapon of choice you will find
Is that of sleep deprivation

You lay awake in the middle of night
Tossing and turning on the edge of your dreams
Insomnia being its battle cry
As your white flag is torn apart at the seams  

With your mind like a kite in the breeze
Flying this way and that in your lack of sleep
Too far behind the enemy's lines
To find the help you seek for your wandering thoughts need

While you'd love to sneak back over the border
Into the comfort of a soft feather bed
You trudge through the fields of disorder
Stepping on mines blowing up in your head

A battle that rages on nightly
The enemy ever so sneaky and sly
In whose grip you will stay as you lay awake
With insomnia as its battle cry