Little House

I moved out, I got a little house
A nice back yard for roasting marshmallows on a summer night
My neighbors are gonna be like Tim the Tool Man Taylor’s
They’ll peer over the fence, when I need some good advice and all the songs
I’ll write
So profound, they’re gonna be so proud
I moved out, I got a little house
But I couldn’t start the fire so I went back inside
My neighbors are nothing like Tim the Tool Man Taylor’s
They peer over the fence with their judgmental eyes and the songs don’t come
They get a start, but they don’t get done
They lean over the sink with the dirty dishes
They make me rethink all my wishes
I moved out, I got a little house
A gas stove for roasting marshmallows the easy way
My neighbors are still nothing like Tim the Tool Man Taylor’s but
That’s okay, it’s not their job to make my day and the songs will come
Gotta believe I can finish one
Maybe I’ll finish one
Gotta believe