A Field Guide

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