This House

Lift up on the door
On the old rusted hinge
The lock might be fickle, it's always been
But it's a sweet old place
To keep our memories in
This house ain't much of a house, but it's a home

Empty cans on the counter
And the laundry's never done
The dog's tracked-in snow and mud
For every rose, there's a weed
But every weed is welcome
This house ain't much of a house, but it's a home

The faucet might leak
The staircase might creak
The heater takes a while to kick in
But there's a whole lot of laughter and love
This house, this house is our home

There's a bed upstairs
If you're ever in town
Or if you need a place
To get your feet back on the ground
There's coffee in the cupboard
Take any food you want out
My house, my house is your home

Tucker's buried in the yard
Under that old oak we carved
That porch is where you and I first kissed
And there's no shortage of laughter or love
This house, this house is our home
This house, this house is our home