It's just bricks and a roof
That someone decided to build in 1952
There's cracks in the kitchen tile
And there's a front porch but there ain't much of a view
It's never seen a new coat of paint
And we fall asleep to the road rage cause
It's too close to the highway and those single panes don't work
But
You'll hang up pictures and string up some lights outside
Turn em on till that porch feels like paradise
And that stove only turns on bout half the time
But it'll smell like home cooking most nights and
I'll never catch you wishing that we had something more
I'll watch you dancin' on creaky hardwood floors
If you've got you and me there, you couldn't care less what life brings
One day I'll give you pretty things
So we'll start a little life
Between these four walls we barely fit inside
Yeah my bread winner, mine
Eight hundred square feet ain't enough
And that old couch your friends gave us
Just belongs on this side of the road
But you'll never notice cause
You'll hang up pictures and string up some lights outside
Turn em on till the porch feels like paradise
And that stove only turns on bout half the time
But it'll smell like home cooking most nights and
I'll never catch you wishing that we had something more
I watch you dancin' on creaky hardwood floors
If you got you and me there, you couldn't care less what life brings
But one day I'll give you pretty things
Give you a driveway that winds and a hand full of acres
Flowers in windows, you'll pick your favorite
A big maple table with a couple of kids just sitting around it
Until then
I'll never catch you wishing that we had something more
I watch you dancin' on creaky hardwood floors
If you got you and me there, you couldn't care less what life brings
But one day I'll give you pretty things
Oh oh oh pretty things
One day I'll give you pretty things
Oh oh oh pretty things