His Arms
from The Woman Upstairs
It isn’t that you let him in,
Or for the first time say “I love…”
It isn’t how he sleeps in bed,
Or anywhere, the couch, the floor…
And it’s not arguing ‘til dawn
Because he wants to understand.
Or that you show him every fault
And he says you’re lovely still.
It’s just his arms.
Everything is simple in his arms.
And with the world the way it is these days…
You don’t confuse these things with love.
You know yourself too well for that.
You bide your time until he leaves.
So what? He’s just a man.
It’s just his arms.
Everything seems simple in his arms.
And with the world the way it is…
I never let my guard down.
I stayed on my side of the bed.
I didn’t think I loved him.
If I had fought,
If I had tried,
If I had known,
I would have said
I’ll miss your arms.
Everything was simple in his arms.
And with the world the way it is these days…