I'd like to tank the man who broke into our home
Sir, things haven't been the same since you've gone
Now we can't seem to sleep quite right, and we're
Waking up 12 to 13 times a night Little sounds
That old houses make, shadows of my friends are
Scaring me awake I'd gladly trade everything
Valuable I've earned and not have a heart attack each
Time a doorknob turns Now we can't seem to sleep
Quite right, and we're waking up 12 to 13 times a
Night Poor Branch is sleeping with a flashlight,
Double-checking that the doors are locked 12 to 13
Times a night