Bed

The lights were fading, I was in LA
The clouds compounding
Home was a stranger with a pretty face
The kids were waiting on the barricade
With new eyes shining
While I was half awake in outer space

Just wasting away in the bed that I made
The day was breaking as we made our way
To San Francisco
Hope was a promise I forgot I made
And miles away across the inner states
The one I needed
Waiting to break my fall from grace

How long can I lay here in this bed that I made?