Lullaby

Red hair, brown eyes

Sometimes I have a weakness

That I prefer obsession

Or nothing at all

Lay your head down on my chest

Like we're sitting in the bucket seat

Of an old, beat-up Chevy

That's rusting in the fall

And I'll wrap you up in

The crook of my right arm

When you raise your eyes to mine

I think I'd bought the farm

Let your hair down over your shoulders

Like laundry on the line

And I'll sing you this lullaby

'Til the meaning's lost to time

Two old denim jackets

We dance around the ballroom

I twirl you under my raised hand

And let you slip away

Like the turning of the sun

Each morning it draws nearer

At night it seems to disappear

But the dawn returns again

And I'll wrap you up in

The crook of my right arm

When you raise your eyes to mine

I nearly bought the farm

Let your hair down over your shoulders

Like laundry on the line

And I'll sing you this lullaby

'Til the meaning's lost to time

I'll sing you this lullaby

'Til its meaning's lost to time