In the Field

I let go tonight of what may be true
Keep my hands all tied up in you
I'm sick of these sick mornings, this empty home
Child, I may be learning what I should have known

And heaven true
Bring me the stormy weather
Build me a house
Where we can sleep together

I will sleep tonight in the field
I'll wrap my arms around all that's real
I'll send my love and sorrow to where you lay
I'll wait for tomorrow to sing my songs today

Heaven true
Bring me the stormy weather
Build me a house
Where we can sleep together

Heaven true
Bring me the stormy weather
Build me a house
Where we can sleep together