Tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch ...

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind


Gentle on My Mind, Glen Campbell

The writer says "your're" gentle on my mind. You're not. My mind is completely wracked. I am shackled, not by your words or bonds, but by memories of your smile and your willingness to listen.