The ladies in my dream are so obliging. They come
on down to do the things I need. Whether skies are
calm or cut apart by lightning, they're always
there to minister to me. And at break of dawn
they're sweetly shining, and at quiet of
midnight, cold and dim, they say "don't harm
him." And when I wake just as their eyes are
crying, I see that bed and I just want to climb
back in. But let's gather up your friends and
drive up to that country inn. We can stay there,
feeling water warmly wash across our skin, giving
back all of our tears so that we can cry them
again. You want to tell your dad you can't
believe he's dying, but let's just walk on
down the hall and shut our mouths. The AM radio is
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we're silent to ourselves. Let's go back up to
your house, take our clothes off, and just push
and pull ourselves until we're deep inside of
sleep. And with your body next to me, its sleepy
sighing sounds like waves upon a sea too far to
reach. But I'll gather up my men and try to sail
on it again, and we'll walk and quietly talk all
through the country of your skin, made up of
pieces of the places that you've dreamed and
that you've been. We will sleep outside in tents
upon this unfamiliar land, and in the morning
we'll awake, as a foreign dawning breaks, my men
and I we will awake and try