Chainsaw

I had a dream that I bought you a chainsaw
And we moved up north to the pines
And were raising two young children
And I was yours and you were mine

On a lake near the mountains
Eith the fireflies at night
And more dogs than we could handle
And a seven hundred dollar flight
To anywhere

Our neighbor to the left is a postman
With an inquisitive kind of mind
You say, "Charlie, I hate it when he asks us
When he asks us about the things that we buy"

Tell it's just something for your mother
That you ordered online
Maybe a scarf or a sweater
Or a book on interior design
Anything

It's an invisible fight
You with your heartache at night
If we could make it through the winter
I bet we'd be alright

I had a dream that I bought you a chainsaw
And we moved up north to the pines