Linens

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 thecuits 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