(end of) travelling

If you are sleeping Milly, you are ok
It won't be me that wakes you up today
Opening these eyes taught me fresh that I should lay,
Let you crash
Well, close 'em and I'm gone
Sleep on, let me go (oh, Milly, oh)
One town beyond, I'll lay me down
You go on and close 'em on this town
I will be happy to close my eyes on new places,
Or half close 'em with new faces
And if you are chilly Milly it is ok
You've got enough blankets to warm you in some way
The chill reminds me soon that some other one will swoon (oh)
I'll go in Mississippi and the last one will be there,
Hitching up her skirt in a wood ladder-back chair
(Oh, Milly, oh)