Lazy Beds

Lazy Beds
Are you looking for something
That keeps you from home?
I know the house goes cold without you all alone
Are you looking for somewhere
To lay your head?
More than a long-abandoned painting for a bed

You painted her ceiling
To glow in the dark
With stars so close she can't know they're so far
You are full of distractions
And songs to sing
Sometimes the light catches your eyes like some wild thing
Know that the sky looks sad and empty since you left
And if I could find you I would show you what it meant
But I will
I will, I will, I will
I remember my first home
A growing thing
A house that knows the words we learned to sing
I haven't been back there
To our lazy beds
The same fields that were tended by the hands we never held
Know that our house was full despite the words unsaid
And if I could find you I would show you what it meant
But I will
I will, I will, I will