I guess I wasn't thinking straight
When I said let's move upstate
Close your eyes throw a dart at the map
Seemed like it was no big deal
Small town dreams turning real
We could get out of the city at last
We took the train out of town
Instantly charmed by what we found
A big old house and I'd learn to drive a car
This rambling place would soon be ours
With all its charm and all its scars
We had no clue what was in store
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
Back in 1848
They didn't quite insulate
You might say this house likes to breathe
Cold in winter hot in summer
Not that it's a total bummer
Just wait'll I tell you 'bout the weeds
Owning property is wild and vague
The town likes to pull your leg
It's not so clear where the sidewalk ends
Our house is on a corner, see
And the sidewalk runs 500 feet
The damn thing is our responsibility
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
So the weeds are winning and we are not
They are breaking up the sidewalk
Apparently this jungle is our fault
If soon we don't annihilate
The undergrowth outside our gate
The city will slap us with a fine
Our house will be a laughing stock
Up and down the block
Our neighbors will think we haven't got a clue
It all comes down to the right tools
A big old house takes you to school
A weed whacker is way past due
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
An orange string whips around
It whacks the weeds and smacks the ground
While my neck burns like a dad
A stone hits me in the eye
The blood is nearly dry
I'm wheezing but it ain't that bad
I miss our landlord back in Brooklyn
A few minutes is all it took him
To sweep the stoop whether he needed to or not
The orange string has run out
I don't know what that's about
There's more to all this than I ever thought
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
I might get cargo shorts
And a chainsaw too
Cos I like it here
I hope they like me too
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Stephen Clair - I HOPE WE MAKE IT HERE Lyrics
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I guess I wasn't thinking straight
When I said let's move upstate
Close your eyes throw a dart at the map
Seemed like it was no big deal
Small town dreams turning real
We could get out of the city at last
We took the train out of town
Instantly charmed by what we found
A big old house and I'd learn to drive a car
This rambling place would soon be ours
With all its charm and all its scars
We had no clue what was in store
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
Back in 1848
They didn't quite insulate
You might say this house likes to breathe
Cold in winter hot in summer
Not that it's a total bummer
Just wait'll I tell you 'bout the weeds
Owning property is wild and vague
The town likes to pull your leg
It's not so clear where the sidewalk ends
Our house is on a corner, see
And the sidewalk runs 500 feet
The damn thing is our responsibility
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
So the weeds are winning and we are not
They are breaking up the sidewalk
Apparently this jungle is our fault
If soon we don't annihilate
The undergrowth outside our gate
The city will slap us with a fine
Our house will be a laughing stock
Up and down the block
Our neighbors will think we haven't got a clue
It all comes down to the right tools
A big old house takes you to school
A weed whacker is way past due
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
An orange string whips around
It whacks the weeds and smacks the ground
While my neck burns like a dad
A stone hits me in the eye
The blood is nearly dry
I'm wheezing but it ain't that bad
I miss our landlord back in Brooklyn
A few minutes is all it took him
To sweep the stoop whether he needed to or not
The orange string has run out
I don't know what that's about
There's more to all this than I ever thought
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
I might get cargo shorts
And a chainsaw too
Cos I like it here
I hope they like me too
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
When I said let's move upstate
Close your eyes throw a dart at the map
Seemed like it was no big deal
Small town dreams turning real
We could get out of the city at last
We took the train out of town
Instantly charmed by what we found
A big old house and I'd learn to drive a car
This rambling place would soon be ours
With all its charm and all its scars
We had no clue what was in store
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
Back in 1848
They didn't quite insulate
You might say this house likes to breathe
Cold in winter hot in summer
Not that it's a total bummer
Just wait'll I tell you 'bout the weeds
Owning property is wild and vague
The town likes to pull your leg
It's not so clear where the sidewalk ends
Our house is on a corner, see
And the sidewalk runs 500 feet
The damn thing is our responsibility
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
So the weeds are winning and we are not
They are breaking up the sidewalk
Apparently this jungle is our fault
If soon we don't annihilate
The undergrowth outside our gate
The city will slap us with a fine
Our house will be a laughing stock
Up and down the block
Our neighbors will think we haven't got a clue
It all comes down to the right tools
A big old house takes you to school
A weed whacker is way past due
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
An orange string whips around
It whacks the weeds and smacks the ground
While my neck burns like a dad
A stone hits me in the eye
The blood is nearly dry
I'm wheezing but it ain't that bad
I miss our landlord back in Brooklyn
A few minutes is all it took him
To sweep the stoop whether he needed to or not
The orange string has run out
I don't know what that's about
There's more to all this than I ever thought
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
I might get cargo shorts
And a chainsaw too
Cos I like it here
I hope they like me too
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
I hope we make it here
Writer: STEPHEN CLAIR
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