Midwest

If I call you sometime
From the Midwest
Will you keep my pulse between your thumb and your forefinger
Under your pillow while you’re sleeping?
I miss you…

Cause things fall apart
And it’s not a surprise
We all look around for some great escape
We wake in the morning
We sing in the evening
We’re looking around for the reasons why…

So you just have to ask it
Doesn’t this mean something
Doesn’t it call to you?
Is this a field
Or is this a tunnel?
Am I getting across
Am I getting across to you?
Oh, this is the best we can
And oh, we’re hanging on
A grain of salt for everything we thought we’d understand
And so we hold steady
And we keep our ears to the ground
And we hope we know
What we’re listening for
What we’re listening for…

So we’ll give this
Another chance
Yeah someday
Someday I’ll call
Call and say I saw a bluebird
I crossed a mountain
I believe in this
And now
And now
I believe in this
And now…

Oh this is the best we can and oh we’re hanging on
And we hope we know
What we’re listening for
What we’re listening for
What we’re listening…

If I call you sometime from the Midwest
Will you keep my pulse between your thumb and your forefinger
Under your pillow when you’re sleeping?
I miss you