| It’s bigger than we thought
|
| It’s taller than it ought to be
|
| This pile of rubble and ruins
|
| The neighbors must talk
|
| It’s the worst yard on the block
|
| Just branches and boards where walls stood
|
| Did it seem to you
|
| Like the storm just knew
|
| We weren’t quite finished with the roof
|
| When it started?
|
| So we build, we build
|
| We clear away what was and make room for what will be
|
| If you hold the nails, I’ll take the hammer
|
| I’ll hold it still, if you’ll climb the ladder
|
| If you will, then I will build
|
| On any given day
|
| We could simply walk away
|
| And let someone else hold the pieces
|
| The lie that we tell
|
| Says its better somewhere else
|
| As if love flies south when it freezes
|
| What I’m trying to say
|
| In some clumsy way
|
| Is that it’s you and only you
|
| For always
|
| That’s why we build, we build
|
| We clear away what was and make room for what will be
|
| If you hold the nails, I’ll take the hammer
|
| I’ll hold it still, if you’ll climb the ladder
|
| If you will, then I will build
|
| What I’m trying to say
|
| In some clumsy way
|
| Is that it’s you and only you
|
| Not just for now, not just today
|
| But it’s you and only you
|
| For always
|
| So if you hold the nails, I’ll take the hammer
|
| I’ll hold it still, if you’ll climb the ladder
|
| If you will, then I will build |