Space to Roam

Markets crash, the world floods

The change comes fast in a rush

I wish I had a place of escape

Long windy road to get there

And no one around to care if

We sing our hearts out ‘till midnight we’re free

I want a home

Maybe land I could own

Surrounded by trees

That bury me in green

‘Cause I only grow,

With space to roam

Dance floor for our daughter

And plenty of fresh water

Shady sweets from the apple tree

Two pups to look out for us

We’ve got one car, it’s old pickup truck

Oh it sounds kind of perfect to me

‘Cause I want a home

Maybe land I could own

Surrounded by trees

That bury me in green

‘Cause I only grow,

With space to roam

(Ba ba ba ba)

Is it as sad as it seems, like there’s nothing left for me?

Like we somehow missed the window to earn these simple things,

While they hand out planes like candy to the rich men in the sky,

Is it too much to ask to live, not just survive?

I want a home

On land that I own

Surround me trees

When I die just,

Bury me in green

‘Cause I only grow,

With space to let go

Oh I only grow,

With space to roam