Making My Bed Finding out, what I see, and what I couldn't All these days, they run by, o so slowly, up inside your face We used to laugh, we used to run, we used to sit' We used to watch, we used to go and we used to cry I can't take your face no more It's a chore inside my head Why does it always feel like, I'm making my bed, with you I could go, all night long, reciting these verses, and into the day The car window rolls, down so slow, your hair is dancing up inside the wind We used to laugh, we used to run, we used to sit We used to watch, we used to go and we used to cry