I've stood before you naked in my sacred pool of tears - walked the slender valleys of your trust. Somehow I've been beside you through your childhood years - I watched the little soldier turn to rust. I know the color of your eyes from the inside out - and I have felt the trembling of your hand. And even though these separate roads seem strewn with doubt - I want you to know - I'd like to try and understand - - why I am more lonely being with you - than I seem to be when we're apart. Maybe - it's because just being with you doesn't let me in your heart. And as I look around the room - I cry to see - the boxed-up remnants pressed against the door. And know that to this place - they're all that's left of me - and then I wonder - what I'm leaving for. Maybe the loving sounds - the joy and tears - are buried somewhere deep within the wood. And if some night you lie awake and chance to hear - maybe you'll remember it was good. Why am I more lonely being with you - than I seem to be when we're apart? Maybe it's because just being with you doesn't let me in your heart. I've stood before you naked in my sacred pool of tears - walked the slender valleys of your trust. Somehow I've been beside you through your childhood years - I watched the little soldier turn to rust. I know the color of your eyes from the inside out - and I have felt the trembling of your hand. And honey - though these separate roads seem strewn with doubt I guess I hope they'll help us understand - - why I am more lonely being with you - than I seem to be when we're apart. Maybe - it's because just being with you doesn't let me in your heart. Anyway - Sleep warm.