Carriage House (feat. Jason Houtsma)

We've seen open fields, and close cobbled streets

From the princes of Europe, to Arabian nights

Me and my girl got a three story carriage

Bedecked with lanterns, and bright shiny things

We parked for a month, in a hay field in York

By a barn store that brewed it's own apple wine

Then we set sail again, float away in the sky

In a flying carriage of master design

One day we'll leave Earth when the weather gets hot

And the people get mean and the sky gets hazy

But for now it's a dream of apple wood seams

With galvanized joints and true cotton sails

Skimming the treetops, waving at farmers

Booing at wars, singing at children

Damp with moisture, as we sit in the clouds

Then coming back down, where the sunshine is warm

Is warm

To be close by, but able to leave

To not be tied down, to lose gravity

To float on one day, to a bright green shore

And never look back, not anymore