Lyrics

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 I need a builder, a better design A house with more windows And more ways inside 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 We need a builder, a better design A house with more windows And more ways inside