Here in bed
And our love’s been fed
The traffic sounds don’t make it up the stairs
I’m in a place
Just beyond your face
Where a small creak runs beneath the soft eye of the moon

A mossy bed
Is where my love is led
Thirst quenched and city life unlearned
It’s hot in June
And hotter in this room
But I’m so near peace by the cool creek’s gloom

I remember pretty clear
The year we spent up there
And you my love flew higher than the sun
I heard this from
The raven’s tongue
About an eagle whose hunger came to town
“He showed up there
Had ‘em all scared
So hold onto peaceful boy and hold it when it comes”

My quiet creek
Your stormy cheeks
The city lost on a Friday afternoon