Restless Love

I despise wooden floors when I sleep out When I am out I dream of my own bed To make it to m’own cradle I’m about To nestle with my pillow lay my head Hopes of going home at night but instead I find myself comfortless with remorse Bed of a friend’s is no comfort I said Sleep not my own bed would throw me off course Love for my own bed which I cannot stress The feel of it can’t compare to the rest Life without it would result in a mess And I don’t sleep on my back but on m’chest The greatest feeling is mak’nit to bed So rather go home than sleepout instead