Olive plants and lemon trees
Hummingbirds and owls that sing
Milky ways at night, little lonely stars,
And a big sheep meadow with weepin' guitars.
This is our house on the land in the city
All the beautiful things that we are and we’ll be Ella’s voice and Baker’s tunes,
Sunday, lazy afternoons
And the biggest bathtube we can find,
And a piano, dear, if you don’t mind.
This is our house on the land in the city
All the beautiful things that we are and we’ll be Allen’s films and Hopper’s art,
Our common laughs, your deepest heart.
And my voice will sing a song we know
Your guitar will follow me so slow.
This is our house on the land in the city
All the beautiful things that we are and we’ll be