Few And Far Between

Sometimes you think the floor only knows how you're feeling
Sometimes you find your thoughts getting stuck in the ceiling
Sometimes when you're making your bed up I hope you think of me
And I hope those times aren't few and far between

If these walls could talk I'm sure they'd do much more than whisper
If that mattress could burn our backs would be covered in blisters
If those pillows had eyes just imagine the things that they've seen
But I guess those sights are few and far between

When you were making your mind up
And needing a change
From pulling your hair out
And calling me names

Baby I was outside
Waiting for a sun
That never was rising
It was already gone

When you go to sleep tonight in the place we called home
And the blankets are hugging the places my hands used to roam
Won't you say a quick prayer for the possibility
That's closer than the few and far between

Someplace closer than
The few and far between
Someplace better than
The few and far between