Kings Hwy

We moved in
We moved in
We moved into that house with a hand me down couch
A bucket of paint and a hand me down dog
What's going to happen inside of this house?
The types of questions you ask when you're a cloud in the fog

Cotton ball sheep
Stuck to the walls
A cracked window
It wasn't our fault
Cookie fortunes
Taped to the shelves
What's going happen
Inside of this shell?
We lived

We lived in that house that we shared with a mouse
A buck and a spider, some ants and a dog
What's gonna happen inside of this house?
The types of questions you ask when you're a cloud in the fog

Cobwebs built where eyes don't fall
Connect our photos to the wall
Snails that sit on piano tops
A garden built on cinderblocks

Tape on the knob
A lock with no key
Had to climb through a window
We were gone for four weeks
Memory jar pouring out on the shelf
A glimpse of the world outside of the shell

We lived
We lived

Never raked our leaves in fall
We wrote our names on to the wall
Knew every car, a thousand walks
We loved our neighbors, we hardly talked
Inside those walls, a world of tunes
Maddie, Moe, Boo Lee, Light of the Loon
The Koyanagi Brothers and Mare too
Donna, Chase, Mister Habu

Leaves on the lawn
Cloud in the fog
We lived

We moved out of that house with a hand me down couch
A head full of songs and a hand me down dog
What's going to happen, outside of that house?
The types of questions you ask when you're a cloud in the fog