A Field Guide - High Places

My head was filled with wordless thoughts

Perched on a little ledge

Home in another world

A sea-length from my bed

And all around were sailing boats

I stowed them in my head

A foreign land of welcome sights

Familiar as my bed

Inside of my eyelid looks the same

No matter where my feet are

When my head’s a mile away

It plants me where my feet are

Inside of my eyelid looks the same

Inside of my eyelid looks the same

Inside of my eyelid looks the same

No matter where my feet are