I’m trying to sleep inside my bed,
but yet I sit inside my head,
trying to force these dreams
that will not come.
So it’s another night of listening
to the crickets and the train tracks sing
their songs of longing, love, and of loss.
But how can I relate to bugs and trains,
when I cannot relate to you telling me,
you want the good, the better, the best,
or whatever may come.
You got a better man in this deal,
despite how I do or do not feel.
I’m thinking as I sit and sing,
do I love you or the idea you bring?
Are you a puzzle piece to the problem
that I see?
But you’re not a piece
you’re a human being,
with thoughts and feelings
and ideas to bring
to this crazy world
that we find ourselves in.
You got a better man in this deal,
despite how I do or do not feel.
Am I too selfish to let this go?
In my head and my heart I know,
it’s been two years or more
since I’ve known your taste.
Now we’re different people
with different dreams,
same beautiful eyes,
but different scenes
that you see
when you’re looking back at me.
You got a better man in this deal,
despite how I do or do not feel.