Pretty Things

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