Sleeping on the Ground

Counting rings on a tree In a magazine upon the table in the waiting room Goodnight jungle I know nature doesn't measure time the way that I do In sobbing laughter In small disasters Sprouting out of days spent sleeping on the ground No one's home, the door's unlocked Kids are dancing up the block and breaking glass and curfew Folding clothes on the floor And I'm wondering how to measure what it means to know you In sobbing laughter In small disasters Sprouting out of days spent sleeping on the ground And what comes after It doesn't matter We're not out of days spent sleeping on the ground