I despise wooden floors when I sleep out
When I am out I dream of my own bed
To make it to m’own cradle I’m about
To nestle with my pillow lay my head

Hopes of going home at night but instead
I find myself comfortless with remorse
Bed of a friend’s is no comfort I said
Sleep not my own bed would throw me off course

Love for my own bed which I cannot stress
The feel of it can’t compare to the rest
Life without it would result in a mess
And I don’t sleep on my back but on m’chest

The greatest feeling is mak’nit to bed
So rather go home than sleepout instead