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 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