Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
Andy Gullahorn
You're tossing and turning in your bed
'cause you can't slow down
You wake up every hour 'cause you can't stop thinking about
How the plans you had are different now
You're finding you're a lot more fragile than you thought
Inside
Don't want to talk about it 'cause it makes you want to cry
And it hurts the most in the dead of night
But at the bottom of your stairs there is a hallway
That leads to everything you worry about
If you walk it to the end you'll find the doorway
To the room of a boy sleeping sound
He was listening to a mix that he made of his favorite band
He fell asleep holding the headphones in his hand ear
He's still happiest when you are near
At the bottom of your stairs there is a hallway
That leads to everything you worry about
If you walk it to the end you'll find the doorway
To the room of a boy sleeping sound
Were you more surprised to find the expectations
Or to find the expectations had to change
Or that somehow in the midst of all that's changing
That boy is still the same
Well, even if turning back the clock was a choice you had
You couldn't give him any more love than you already have
And that's all he needs from his dad
At the bottom of your stairs there is a hallway
That leads to everything you worry about
If you walk it to the end you'll find the doorway
To the room of a boy sleeping sound
It's ok 'cause your boy is sleeping sound