Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow old
Well I'm sold
Thank-you, Canadian songstress Feist.
3 comments:
!
when i first heard that song on the radio, i was on the way to pick up dad from the promenade. i scribbled two lines on a scrap of paper while i was driving through the city [harder than you think]. the next day i gave them to you, because they seemed the right ones for you at that time -
"we'll collect the moments one by one,
i guess that's how the future's done."
they were even on the magna doodle oracle for a few weeks! maybe the gesture is tainted now by association [with what was testing you then]. i wonder if you remember...
!!
Of course I remember - I still have that scrap. That's why I posted it, possum.
!!!
*blushes*
*sniffs*
*prepares for a long year*
Post a Comment