Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime we've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done .
How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
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