The sky grows light
At five a.m.
And I'm tired,
oh so tired.
We have to leave at eight
I've stayed up way too late again
I'm finished packing now
I've got my duffelbag
And I've packed up stuff to eat
And I have printed filk,
Including some not quite complete
Now it's that time of night
We'll laugh at anything,
And the silly filk begins.
We sing of waterbeds,
Of sleeping cats and evil twins.
Midnight long since past
But I won't turn in yet
I still insist the night is young
When someone stands up with
A tune I haven't yet heard sung....
And now I'll sleep on the train
I go to sleep on the train
And when I wake up
I will be home again
I go to sleep on the train
Sleep on the train
'Cause I won't sleep til the Con really ends