They say home is where the heart is….
well right now I'm feeling like I'm homeless.
The cold blood pumping through this sad heart,
living in this country house has got me feeling
Is there nobody willing to climb this hundred foot
wall that I’ve erected just to take a peek at
what's on the other side?
I know I should probably invite you through the
front door and show you the truth.
That even though the windows are dirty and the
lawn isn't manicured my foundation is still strong.
The inside needs a little decorating, something I
figure we might be able to do together.
Is that wishful thinking?
One thing I know for sure, if you're willing to
make that climb, I'm willing to share what little
And maybe we can build this home together….
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