Lyrics

When she was only a little girl,
She built a little house
To keep out the cold air.
As she grew, she grew to love that place,
Swore that she?d grow old there.

Well, before too long she tired,
Of sitting watching others playing in the snow
She put her house on a flatbed truck,
Said, ?I?m heading West,
It?s time for me to go.?

She said,
?This house is much too small.
I?m going to change it all.
Find open doors instead of walls,
And stop hiding from my fears.
I?m going to do some home improvement
I?ve been putting off for years.?

When I met her, she held me close,
And whispered, ?Boy, there?s something you should know.
No matter who, and no matter where,
This house goes everywhere I go,?
And I said, ?ok,?
?Cause that?s what you say.

And so, we had,
A teeny-tiny house, an itty-bitty bed,
We crouched and cuddled with the ceiling on our heads,
And one night, she turned to me,
And whispered, ?Boy, I know this isn?t what we need.?

She said,
?This house is much too small.
I?m going to change it all.
Build open doors instead of walls,
And stop hiding from my fears.
I?m going to do some home improvement
I?ve been putting off for years.?

So we took her house and set it up out back.
We added curtains and a coat of paint,
So it wasn?t just a shack.
And every now and then she visits there,
Remembers how she got here, from when and where.

She said,
?This house is much too small.
I?m going to change it all.
Build open doors instead of walls,
And stop hiding from my fears.
I?m going to do some home improvement
I?ve been putting off for years.?