The roof it stretches long, the ridge bowed parallel to the ground.The walls rise up to meet it, just like a line from a carpenter's tool.Made from good strong wood, all caught by hand, and fitted with a crafted eye.It seems like a place I could call my own, fit a shelter where I might rest.The kind of place where you set down roots, settle back and wait to see what grows.I could not close my eyes or keep my mind from the beauty of those lights.Late at night in my bed I lay, afraid there would be no moving day.Everyone said it would work out fine, but still I thought that dream would never be mine.It seems like a place I could call my own, fit a shelter where I might rest.The kind of place where you set down roots, settle back and wait to see what grows.I know these things are always a risk, but the fit just seems to be so right.Something about that strong foundation and the way there seems to be so much light.Means a change in my life and a change in my style, but I haven't wanted this for a while.Oh, I haven't wanted this for a while.Your eyes, they shine so clear, with a laugh tucked lightly just behind.It's kind of new for me and you, and it's strange how we're both so at ease.We can give it our best for as long as we can, and if it works you know I think that'd be grand.Oh, now if it works, oh don't you think that'd be grand.Seems like a place I could call my own, fit a shelter where I might rest.The kind of place where you set down roots, settle back and wait to see what grows.I know these things are always a risk, but the fit just seems to be so right.Something about that strong foundation and the way there seems to be so much light.Means a change in my life and a change in my style, but I haven't wanted this for a while.Oh, now I haven't wanted this, I say now I haven't wanted this, oh, I haven't wanted this for a while.Seems like a place I could call my own, fit a shelter where I might rest.The kind of place where you set down roots, settle back and wait to see what grows.