The living room The curly sheepskin rug we called "the furry" And sometimes I wonder why The plastic clock, the macrame owl, And the butcher block couch are on my mind I wonder why my parents chose a brown and orange scheme And why that seemed okay to me I wonder why the kitchen was an avocado green And the upstairs bathroom was peach The northern lights We saw them in Vermont one night from the car But only once, I wonder why The aliens who landed on the roof, they left me there And didn't take me to the sky I've escaped into my childhood memories tonight I wonder why my corduroys were always light blue And I never had a TV in my bedroom Just a flame from an electric candle on my windowsill And I dreamed of my melodies touching you ♪ I wonder why the marimekko fabric on the wall was ever taken down I wonder how a transistor radio held up to my ear Brought me to heaven And it's still leading me here