Mushaboom

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