Lonely People

I swear I never watched you sleeping,

I guess it always gets me drinking, she makes me sad...

Late nights, won't do me justice

When she's sleeping on the sofa,
When she's laying in her Sunday best,
when she's turning over Friday,
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less...
and the ocean's getting warmer,
and California's on her mind,
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,

Augustana - Angels