Mason Jennings - In the Field lyrics

I let go tonight of what may be true Keep my hands all tied up in you I'm sick of these sick mornings, this empty home Child, I may be learning what I should have known And heaven true Bring me the stormy weather Build me a house Where we can sleep together I will sleep tonight in the field I'll wrap my arms around all that's real I'll send my love and sorrow to where you lay I'll wait for tomorrow to sing my songs today Heaven true Bring me the stormy weather Build me a house Where we can sleep together Heaven true Bring me the stormy weather Build me a house Where we can sleep together