There are those who spend the night under bridges
Over by the river, down in the park through the winter
But there's a house that I know, safe and warm
And no one ever goes there down, where the priests bless the wine
She's been born into the wrong town, she keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder, she's as broad as broad can be
She's a have-not, she's a lord, she's a god
She knows just how to say yes, she's skating throughs in chaos
Tell the local gods to go
But sometimes in the dead of night
Walking by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps her life
There's a girl who loves the house which
Made to her mother
Put up the rent and
Threw out the gun to
Valor her dumpster
Oh
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's keen to live in the company of friends
She's had every variation
She's so calm
She's a pick-me-up
She's so cold, she's homesick for the future
Can't stop what she's told
On every street and every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost and found
This is the girl who lost the house which
Ended up lying there, fed up the rent and
Ruined the garden and found her his own sweet home
Here's the girl to marry to
Looks so old and tired
Can't stop what she's told
On every street and every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost and found
At home among the lost and found
This is the girl who lost the house which
Ended up lying there, fed up the rent and
Ruined the garden and found her his own sweet home
This is the girl who lost the house which
Ended up lying there, fed up the rent and
Ruined the garden and found her his own sweet home
This is the girl who lost the house which
Ended up lying there, fed up the rent and
Ruined the garden and found her his own sweet home






Thank you for every tree and flower, thank you for every sky of blue.
Thank you, I should be every hour truly thanking you.