Sleeping on the Ground

Counting rings on a tree
In a magazine upon the table in the waiting room
Goodnight jungle
I know nature doesn't measure time the way that I do

In sobbing laughter
In small disasters
Sprouting out of days spent sleeping on the ground

No one's home, the door's unlocked
Kids are dancing up the block and breaking glass and curfew
Folding clothes on the floor
And I'm wondering how to measure what it means to know you

In sobbing laughter
In small disasters
Sprouting out of days spent sleeping on the ground

And what comes after
It doesn't matter
We're not out of days spent sleeping on the ground