Your House

by Fran Lucci
contact: mandays@aol.com

Your house it stands tall and proud on the street
The others are small in comparison
The grass it grows lush like the mustache you wear
And the leaves turn as gold as the gold in your hair

You started your house a few years ago
When I wished to be more than just some girl you know
You dreamed of the beams that would anchor the walls
And I dreamed about those nights when we'd dance through the halls

Well it took me awhile to find me again
After all your house it meant everything then
It took me awhile to find me again
After all your house it was all I was then

Your house it went up like a jet in the night
And I stood there still in amazement
And watched from the dock as the dust filled the air
As you pounded on those planks with a hammer and nail

And just when I thought it was time to move in
Your house it closed up with a chill from the wind
The blond at the door said you'd gone to the gym
And I just stood there like a jerk in the dirt looking in

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Your Dad says your house it might finally be done
Since you added that room with the spa just for fun
And the steel set of stairs that took a lift and a crane
And thirty some men just to get it through the frame

The stairs in your house they lead up to that room
Where you sit up all night by the light of the moon
And stare at the beams that now anchor the walls
And wish I were with you to dance through the halls

Well it took you awhile to find me again
After all your house it meant everything then
Yes it took you awhile to find me again
After all your house it was all you were then
It took you awhile to find me again
After all your house it was all you were all I was
All we were then

Our house it stands tall and proud on the street
The others are small in comparison