Precious and sleeping with one foot exposed
In a white bedroom, one foot and five toes
Where your wandering mind is now, heaven knows.

Don't wake and come find me
The morning is slow and it's barely ten
I am content to be lonely
Out here with your paper and pen

All of springtime's birds are singing
The cars are driving by
God knows you need your sleep and
I need my time

You lift your cup in the morning
You lifted it once for me
It seems to fit everything
That sweet, white, wet tree
Summer's thickest air

He's the comb in her hair
He's the ribbon in her dress
He's found all the beauty and it's
Locked up in his pen

He is precious and sleeping with one foot exposed
In a white bedroom, one foot and five toes
Where his wandering mind is now, heaven knows.