Setting Up Shop

Setting Up Shop - Aloha

Street lights flicker and die.

I think it's time to come inside.

It's been a while.

I want to hear your pointy shoes

tapping on the hardwood.

These empty homes

we can make them good.

We've got a sleeping bag,

a wind-up clock and a puffy coat.

For most of us,

ain't a lump in our throats.

We were sixteen people,

setting up shop,

praying that a little rain

would keep us here another day.

Knock, yeah, knock.

We're coming to the city

like we never forgot it.

To wait for trees,

for the cover of leaves

takes more time than we've got.

And I could drink the rain all day.

The roof will be ours.

Your hair will take hours to drain.

The echo of the walls makes you loud.

You're welcome to shout,

but up to my ears

the lightest sounds will come out.

Now we're just two people

living in a house.

Our chimney throwing signs.

The garden growing rings.

And wind to carry everything.