Kelly Boesch - Maybe Tomorrow

In my sleep I start a conversation I never want to keep.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe a year,
Maybe I wake up and then disappear.
Maybe the walls finally talk back, maybe I'm lost,
Maybe on track.
If I go to bed early, will I feel more alive?
How long can I hold on before I lose my drive?
And I always say I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Even when I know I'm not.
I'm not between my mind and body, I'm losing what I've got.