These Ordinary Days

Not much for conversation
I still find need to pray
Sometimes I get tired of walking through these ordinary days
If nothing else I get to see you, even if we never speak
The harm of words it's sometimes we don't quite know what they really mean
I don't know where, I don't know how, I don't know why
But your love can make these things better
Let me lay down in this field and stare up at the sky
I hope the days and clouds turn into something as they pass us by
Maybe you could settle for a skyline faded blue
I hope that you might settle for this love I have for you