I lost the poem I wrote for you
In Ketchikan, Alaska
On hotel stationary
On the morning after you went home
Hard for me to keep things safe
Hard for me to keep track
Good for me to miss your face
Your touch, and most of all your laugh
When you laugh so hard your eyes get wet
From something I did or something I said
And I feel like I'm the king of the world indeed
I feel like I am everything you need
I found the love I lost for you
In the junk I pile inside
That keeps me from an honest view
Of who I show and who I try to hide
Now there's wood smoke in the air
And the daylight goes so fast
I don't mind the dark and chill
As long as I can make you laugh
