vs1
down to the wire of words that aren’t said
and i’m building the pieces together in my head
to make a place i sleep soundly
a place i think clearly
oh, where do we go
where do we go from here
there’s a sign in the yard and a lump in my throat
a new plot of land and fresh lumber is in tow
two kids in their car seats and hope for our history
and letting it go
letting it go from here
ch
i need a builder, a better design
a house with more windows and more ways inside
vs2
we’re leaving behind all that our parents wrote
we’re replacing the past and all our fathers’ hopes
with a new street address and a new bag of tools
to make room as we grow
room as we grow from here
ch
we need a builder, a better design
a house with more windows and more ways inside
