Halloween Trick Or Sleep

Somewhere off the highway of the mind

Halloween Trick Or Sleep

Dr. Incubator takes his chances in a trance

A transcendental state of NJ is where he lives

Each time he goes a little deeper into sleep

The heart rate slows but never stops complete

Speed limits never bother him while driving

90 miles per hour and rising on the highway

One sunny after afternoon in late October

Around the stroke of Halloween or later

While driving through the traffic signals blindly

Wind blowing in his scientific terrific hair

He takes a nap while cruising through his mind

A neighborhood that has no streets or signs

The tombstone epitaph would read like this

Here lies the master of deep sleep at rest

A man with fancy cars and perfect hair

Taking sharp curves while traveling fast

Lost in New Jersey in a transcendental state

Now six feet under in a simple wooden box

When all he wanted was a nap

Or at least a decent map