A house on the river
a cry for attention
it looked like a ruin
but it felt like a mansion
The money was spent
to put food on the table
no tin for the roof
Or paint for the gables
sometimes you just
can't go home
I wonder now
who sleeps in my room
do they lie awake
do they ever wonder
who lived here before
And who walked up
the hallway
who laughed
in the kitchen
And fell in the driveway
and cried for the
seeds they had sown
and called this place home
I am the window
that looks out
across the bays
Of the river
that works for so
little thanks
I'm the ceiling
that wouldn't be here
without warmth
I'm the floorboards
that creaks when it's
walked upon
I'm the chimney
that roses are
leaning on
I'm the dirt bar
that leads to
the river
Calling me home
Now I'm stuck in traffic
feels like it's closing in
I've got a Ute
That I don't like livin' in
I've got a rose
in a vase
on the window sill
I've got that raise
But I've got no time
to kill
ah if that house
in the field
calling me home
I am the window
that looks out
across the bays
Of the river
that works for so
little thanks
I'm the ceiling
that wouldn't be here
without warmth
I'm the floorboards
that creaks when it's
walked upon
I'm the chimney
that roses are
leaning on
I'm the dirt bar
that leads to
the river
Calling me home