Outside my living room
I see men at work and flowers blooming
Building up and tearing down
Tire tracks with trash around them
Eight months passed and money's spent
Wondering where the flowers went and
When you gonna make your move and
Start moving in
Meanwhile I been building chords
Using picks and strings as nails and boards
Wondering just how cold I would have been
If I'd never learned
Walls protect and fires burn
But nothing warms you like a song
A song is a house you live in
A song is a house you live in
A song is a house you live in