Foot of Her Bed Shakey Graves

Ooh, ooh
Well, oh, was it always so slow
I'm not sure where that timing goes
So, yeah, now you know
All my ways, what else
Can these old lips say

But oh
How they whimper and try
Well, I know something's
Here between you and I

Well I always wondered instead
If life wouldn't be better here
At the foot of your bed

Ooh, ooh

Well, oh how
I whimper and wail
Well you know
I'm not much more than a shell
Well so much, baby
Has already been said

Well, you can find me living off the land
Oh, here at the foot of your bed