In the Field - Mason Jennings

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