TV In The Bedroom

Vague images filter through the blinds

And flicker on the sidewalk at night

Neighbors walk by

It lights up their faces

They wonder what goes on inside

At the end of every hard earned day

I don’t have to say a word

Something soft to occupy my mind

And get me through a day of work

Every night my baby and me

Make love and we watch TV

Pretty people making love on screen

Watching one another as we fall asleep

And I don’t know what’s real or dream

And I don’t know if I’m even awake

All you need is an excuse to believe

And a bed that can take the weight