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The sky grows bigger every day |
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And the other week I hopped on a train |
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Cutting through state lines |
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To come to you as the crow flies |
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Out there in there offing everything was melon and orange |
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Did you know, my sweet |
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Yeah, that I once took the liberty of watching you in your sleep? |
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And I just want you to know |
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That every pool of water reminds me of you |
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Is that all right? |
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I hope you think it's cool |
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Yeah, sometimes a train can't go as fast as I want it to |
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Did you know, my sweet |
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Yeah, that I once took the liberty of watching you in your sleep? |
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I rolled over and over |
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Trying to touch your knees, yeah, underneath the sheets |
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Trying to touch your knees |
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Everything seemed a little easier |
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When we weren't one hundred miles apart |
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The person across from me |
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Sitting in her train seat |
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Reminded me of you |
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And I looked out past her cheeks |
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Through the glass-light conduit |
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The sun had sunk already |
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Disappeared into New Jersey |
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Oh, why don't they have phones on these things? |
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What can I do? |
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I'm still thinking about you |
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Did you know, my sweet |
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Yeah, that I once took the liberty of watching you in your sleep? |
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I rolled over and over |
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Trying to touch your knees, yeah, underneath the sheets |
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Trying to touch your knees |
