My body is here, but my heart is in Philadelphia, where my wife lays in a hospital bed after two knee replacements.

His bed was a mattress stacked on a couple of old TV sets.

Ah! dearest Jesus, Holy Child,Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,Within my heart, that it may beA quiet chamber kept for thee.

Do it big or stay in bed

I promised to always bring up a glass of water to her before we go to bed, and she promised to never let me dress myself.

I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm.. this body will never keep me safe from harm.I still feel your hair.. black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole.If only you'd come back to me.To feel you at my side.. wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.