Pretty Things

It's just bricks and a roof
That someone decided to build in 1952
There's cracks in the kitchen tile
And there's a front porch but there ain't much of a view
It's never seen a new coat of paint and
We fall asleep to the road rage 'cause
It's too close to the highway
And those single pains don't work but

You'll hang up pictures and string up some lights outside
Turn 'em on 'til that porch feels like paradise
And that stove only turns on 'bout half the time
But it'll smell like home cooking most nights and
I'll never catch you wishing that we had something more
I watch you dancing on creaky hardwood floors
If you got you and me there
You couldn't care less what life brings
But one day I'll give you pretty things

So we'll start a little life
Between these four walls we barely fit inside
In my bread winner mind
800 square feet ain't enough
And that old couch your friend gave us
Just belongs on the side of the road
But you don't notice 'cause

You'll hang up pictures and string up some lights outside
Turn 'em on 'til that porch feels like paradise
And that stove only turns on 'bout half the time
But it'll smell like home cooking most nights and
I'll never catch you wishing that we had something more
I watch you dancing on creaky hardwood floors
If you got you and me there
You couldn't care less what life brings
But one day I'll give you pretty things

Give you a driveway that winds and a handful of acres
Flowers in windows, you'll pick your favorite
A big maple table with a couple kids just sitting 'round it
Until then

I'll never catch you wishing that we had something more
I watch you dancing on creaky hardwood floors
If you got you and me there
You couldn't care less what life brings
But one day I'll give you pretty things
Oh, pretty things
One day I'll give you pretty things
Oh, pretty things