You were crying in the night and I could hear you and I could see your slender body shake and tremble and there was nothing I could think to say or do to make you see it's something wrong in me that makes me have to leave
And what I would give to be quiet beside you with the window open, a record playing low to feel your skin between the clean bed linens inside a room where sadness never goes
We were kissing in the kitchen, I was listening to the coffee and the bacon drip and sizzle there was flour on my hands from the biscuits in the pan and I was happier than I thought I could be
Then I woke up on the road, my head was killing remembering some shit I read in Milton how the mind is a place unto itself and in it makes a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven
What I would give to be quiet beside you with the window open, a record playing low to feel your skin between the clean bed linens inside a room where sadness never goes