Where Your Elbow Rests

You were reading on the sofa
With your feet tucked underneath
I was trying not to bother you
You made room before I asked
Now the book's against your shoulder
And the rain is at the glass

Where your elbow rests
That's the place I want to be
You can keep on with the story
Just make room enough for me

I grew up in rooms of talking
Where you had to earn a turn
You can sit with me for hours
Never make me prove a word
I can let the whole day leave me
With my cheek against your sleeve

Where your elbow rests
That's the place I want to be
You can keep on with the story
Just make room enough for me

When you ask me what I'm thinking
I don't have to make it wise
I can say I'm glad I found you
And you let that be enough

Where your elbow rests
That's the place I want to be
You can keep on with the story
Just make room enough for me

Where your elbow rests
I am finally at ease