Little House

My old man can’t sleep
I hear him in the nighttime, counting silhouettes of sheep
Little breaths spat out his thinning mouth
Trapped in the four walls of this house

It's a wonder I'm still here
Spent my summers running through the green
Away from fear
I'd lean against my friends and laugh and shout
"One day I'm gonna run away from that house
One day I'm gonna run away from that house."

Get me out of this place, get me out of this town
Never knew once I left how my heart would come lurking Back around
The light swings through the trees
My mother's on the tile, pants rolled up to her knees
Painting in the kitchen, shaking her sweat out
She drew her life inside this house

In wintertime, the sun rose low
I'd follow my brother and lay down on the grey snow
Staring at the sky turning white with doubt
And burying our little house
"One day I'm gonna run away from that house."

Get me out of this place, get me out of this town
Never knew once I left it would make such a sad sound
Out of this place, get me out of this town
Never knew once I left how my heart would come lurking Back around

Where I live now it's always warm
We got water droughts and we got windstorms
But in the night when there's no light to be proud
Lord, do I miss that little house
Lord, do I miss that little house