Lyrics
My House
My house is full of dirty dishes
Leaky sink, peeling paint, and I think a broken window
Great big “to do” list, another list of wishes
it’ll never be perfect, shame it ain’t perfect
My house is full of stacks of paper
On the desk, the counter, the table in the hallway
All of the business I’m gonna get to later
Shame it ain’t perfect but it’s home
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Well, it ain’t home if I don’t live there
If I don’t have to climb over stuff when I get there
Guess I’ll probably stay ‘til I can’t climb the stairs
And they come and haul me over to the home
My house looks better with the light out
When you can’t see the piles of shoes and newspapers
Sure is sweet lying together with the light out
Shame it ain’t perfect, but it’s home
CHORUS
At the end of the day when we finally turn the light out
And we lie and look at the shadows on the ceiling
Sure is sweet lying together with the light out
Shame it ain’t perfect but it’s home