Lirieke:
Greg Brown Lullaby

I look at you, and I think of bed, You move so cool and freely, And I know what's goin' on in your head, Oh, babe, you make me sleepy. We've been married

Golden wheat and price of bread; never meant to come so far, Tractors dozin' like dinosaurs; all LBJ's old scars. All across the United States lookin

I look at you, and I think of bed, You move so cool and freely, And I know what's goin' on in your head, Oh, babe, you make me sleepy. We've been married