It‘s a worn down old thing
just like this weary soul
the wood has withered, the walls are thin
and the roof is full of holes
We‘d fill the walls with sawdust
To keep out the cold
It was too hard for me, but you said we must
for when we grew old


I sometimes look outside that window
to see the house we once built
It sunk down into the ground
with all the guilt,
But you‘re no longer around


You‘d dig down, down, down
with the dirt in your face
and your fingernails brown, brown, brown
‘cause I didn’t want to take your place
so you dug and you dug all night and day
for a secret place
So we could sometimes hide away
and disappear, without a trace

But was all so tame and small
so you just built some more
but the storm blew it down in the fall
we’ll do it again, I remember we swore

I sometimes look outside that window
to see the house we once built
It sunk down into the ground
with all the guilt,
But you‘re no longer around


We found that ol ‚ wreck of a truck
in the mud among the horses
We’d clean off all the muck
To see if it would drive by some stranger forces
So we could drive across the land
with swamp flowers on the dashboard
and see about that band


Along the ditch mile after mile
we used to pull our raft against the stream
so we could drift in peace just for a while
and the clouds would melt into a dream
And at night we’d try to find
the way up to the surface
to time we’d pay no mind
We’d sneak first light of of day
while the people slept inside
though we didn’t need real instruments to play
we’d live the dream, or at least we tried


I sometimes look outside that window
to see the house we once built
It sunk down into the ground
with all the guilt,
But you‘re no longer around

The years change our ways
so we don’t know the same songs
you’re too old to play or too young to stay
but I’d still try to tag along

cause I also like to roam
I hoped our mother doesn’t see
But the years they do and pride never let me be
And I would cry all the way home


I’m sorry that I
Forget or can’t forgive
Imagined crimes or dreams gone by
But most of all, when I forget to live

I then look outside that window
Where there’s a line of guiding lights
Like so many years ago
on those cold november nights
And see us sitting there
ready to start building
that old house all over again


now it’s clean and warm inside
and secret rooms to hide away in
And that old car is parked outside
ready to go, travelin’

All our friends are there
we’ve brought back our dear old band
In a great big hall, the music we’ll share
It’s the ball that we never had.


I sometimes look outside that window
And see that you‘re sometimes around