Sleepwalking through the kitchen then he turns around and shuffles back to bed
Toss and turnin in and out another hour with the visions in his head
Worn around the edges a photo of her face is
Falling from his hand as slowly he awakes
Another night without Morpheus's Daughter
Now he's a prisoner of time waiting for the mercy of the Sandman
Father's intuition knows she's with children down in Slumberland
If the lucid armadillo walks the desert planes
Picking up vibrations he can do the same
Another night looking for Morpheus's Daughter
Another night without Morpheus's Daughter
Just one visitation one word even the smallest shred of evidence
Cuz the picture sittin by the pillow it doesn't move the way she did
He saw the gates of ivory, saw the gates of horn
But all he wants to see is the day that she was born
Another night in search of Morpheus's Daughter
Another night without Morpheus's Daughter