Chris Pureka - Midwest lyrics

If I call you sometime from the Midwest
Will you keep my pulse between
Your thumb and your forefinger
Under your pillow while you’re sleeping?
I miss you

Cause things fall apart
And it’s not a surprise
We all look around for some great escape
We wake in the morning
We sing in the evening
We’re looking around for the reasons why
So you just have to ask it
Doesn’t this mean something
Doesn’t it call to you? Is this a field
Or is this a tunnel? Am I getting across
Am I getting across to you?
Oh, this is the best we can
And oh, we’re hanging on
A grain of salt for everything
We thought we’d understand
And so we hold steady
And we keep our ears to the ground
And we hope we know what we’re listening for
What we’re listening for

So we’ll give this another chance
Yeah someday someday I’ll call
Call and say I saw a bluebird
I crossed a mountain i believe in this
And now and now
I believe in this and now

Oh this is the best we can
And oh we’re hanging on and we hope we know
What we’re listening for
What we’re listening for
What we’re listening

If I call you sometime from the Midwest
Will you keep my pulse between
Your thumb and your forefinger
Under your pillow when you’re sleeping?
I miss you