I sail a bed on ocean air
I almost touch your sleeping hair
Then daybreak pulls the curtain tight
And morning takes you out of sight
The afternoon is long and dry
The corn stalks scratch the low sky
I call your name into the field
But the wind refuses to yield
The river splits the land we share
The other side is a broken stair
Your voice is a thread I keep
Your absence is the water deep
The river splits the land we share
The other side is a broken stair
You are a map I can't unfold
The compass in my chest is cold
The afternoon is long and dry
The corn stalks scratch the low sky
I call your name into the field
But the wind refuses to yield
The river splits the land we share
The other side is a broken stair
Your voice is a thread I keep
Your absence is the water deep
The river splits the land we share
The other side is a broken stair
You are a map I can't unfold
The compass in my chest is cold