The ladies in my dream- so obliging.
They come on down to do the things I need.
Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning,
Theyre always there to minister to me.
And at break of dawn, theyre sweetly shining.
Or at quiet of midnight, cold and dim,
They say dont 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 lets 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 cant believe hes dying,
But lets just walk on down the hall and shut our mouths.
The AM radio is broken down and crying
As on this hour drive were silent to ourselves.
Lets go back up to your house, and take our clothes off.
And just push and pull ourselves until were 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 Ill gather up my men and try to sail on it again,
And well walk and quietly talk all through the country of your skin,
Made up of pieces of the places that youve dreamed and that youve been.
And we will sleep outside in tents upon this unfamiliar land,
And in the morning well awake, yeah, as a foreign dawning breaks,
My men and I will all awake. Lets try again.