[Intro] Can’t find the dreams, they don’t come to me Clock on the wall says two forty-three City outside is quiet and hazy But I’m wide awake here with my dog Maisey [A Section] I close my eyes, sleep walks away Every little thought wants to sit and stay Pillow feels cold, ceiling looks gray So I tune the strings and I start to play Spanish tongue heavy from another long day Words fall thick in a slow, soft way Maisey at my feet, she begins to sway To the quiet little songs that chase night away [B Section] Sleep runs off when the dark gets deep I bargain with the moon for a little more sleep But the fretboard shines like a silver street So my fingers keep dancing where the notes all meet Maisey lifts her head when the low notes slide Brown eyes glowing like a tiny tide Every gentle chord is a secret we hide In the small, still room where the hours collide [Outro] So if the dreams won’t come, I don’t complain I follow every echo in the wooden frame Maisey curls close as the last tones fade And we stay awake till we greet the day
