Michigan - Red House Painters

I see through your thin cotton dress

I don’t know if we’ll get dressed

So pull by that store parking lot

You know I’ve missed your lots

Warn me of the cans and knots

I don’t need a house in Lake Michigan

I don’t need a purpose to plan within

I just want to feel your pulse again

Down town the exits just around

Can’t you smell our future good and well?

I’ll take you upstairs show you my bed and things

Share all my thoughts and cares

Here is my heart here is my soul

You pushed me past my lonely door

You are my everything

September a time of in betweens

Lazy month of nothing

All rainy gutters rushing

They’re all true

All the good things you say

Will they all pass

Quit like the clouds today?

They’ll be there in your pretty dreams

All full of colour and sense of things

You blow breath of life in me

I felt this way the night before

You pulled me from this heavy floor

You are my everything

You are my everything