i stop my heart twice daily just to give me a lift
some people call me a fool, i call it a gift
i keep my earthly possessions in a breast pocket vest
some day they'll take it away, some day i'll get me some rest

oh, and i know rest don't mean sleep
oh, and i know sleep don't mean peace

they came on so damn tidy that it hurt to repel
some of the things they expressed, though they sold them so well
who gets the feeling maybe this will straighten itself
from a cool crafted gift that we'll keep on the shelf
you better rest up...then get the rest up

oh, and i know rest don't mean sleep
oh and i know sleep don't peace
why must i pray when it's so cheap
the stolen sound, lord grant...grant me peace

who wrote the book of love, the great pretender is gone
did he surrender his noise to the cops on the lawn
they got so hard up lately that my heart stops on cue
some day i'll start it again when the pretender breaks through
oh, and i
oh, and i know rest don't mean sleep
oh, and i know sleep don't mean peace