Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups oh
But in the meantime we've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
Old dirt road,
knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow
o-o-o-o-old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road,
knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow,
o-o-o-o-old
Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow
Well, I'm Sold...
lyrics by Feist
1 comment:
love y'all. too sweet.
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