I fell asleep and when I woke my head was sick,
From all the distant prophecies I’d hoped were near,
And as I pushed them back into the corner of my mind,
I prayed that you my love would stop taking your time,

And this old house, it bends and creeks with age,
And the wind whips up against my window pain,
I know I best be leavin’ I best be on my way,
But for now I’m thankful for a place to stay,

So for now I will dream of the world as it seems,
I’m my head cause this house is such a bore,
And though I may keep those words that you said,
This house can’t be home anymore,

So for now I will dream of the world as it seems,
I’m my head cause this house is such a bore,
And though I may keep those words that you said,
This house can’t be home anymore,