BLANKET OF SORROW  Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.  Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.  But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.  You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'.   With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.   Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.   Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.   With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.  Well, now daylight is here, the morning is come  but a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.  Night isn't over, it's still dark outside.  Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide.   With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.   Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.   Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.   With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.   With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms   but nothing will come of this pain.   I'm sorry, they told me, it's been felt before   and probably will be again.   With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.   Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.   Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.   With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.   - Jason Ringenberg