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You were crying in the night and I could hear you And I could see your slender body shake and tremble And there was nothing I could think to say or do to make you see It's something wrong in me that makes me have to leave And what I would give to be quiet beside you With the window open, a record playing low To feel your skin between the clean bed linens Inside a room where sadness never goes We were kissing in the kitchen, I was listening To the coffee and the bacon drip and sizzle There was flour on my hands from thecuits in the pan And I was happier than I thought I could be Then I woke up on the road, my head was killing Remembering some shit I read in Milton How the mind is a place unto itself and in it Makes a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven What I would give to be quiet beside you With the window open, a record playing low To feel your skin between the clean bed linens Inside a room where sadness never goes