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

and heaven true

bring me the stormy weather

build me a house where we can sleep together

and heaven true

bring me the stormy weather

build me a house where we can sleep together