First Impression

I've been feeling your hold For a week or so The impression shows And I know I've been In the arms of kin My old strength is my new friend My direction My reverence There's a train in my heart That doesn't seem to start Unless you're lying next to me When I go to bed I lay down my wishful head I'll be hearing what you said Echoing Relaying My heart has been tearing From there to here, my dear I've got a baseball mitt Made of leather and my spit For catching sky bits that have slipped I call it sensation You call it revelation I've been feeling your hold For a week or so The impression shows