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 eats 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 blue bird, 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.


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Midwest song meanings
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