Lyrics:

Down to the wire of words that aren't said
And I'm building the pieces together in my head
To make a place I sleep soundly, a place I think clearly
Oh, where do we go, where do we go from here?

There's a sign in the yard and a lump in my throat
A new plot of land and fresh lumber is in tow
Two kids in their car seats and hope for our history
And letting it go, letting it go from here

I need a builder, a better design
A house with more windows
And more ways inside

We're leaving behind all that our parents wrote
We're replacing the past and all our fathers' hopes
With a new street address and a new bag of tools
To make room as we grow, room as we grow from here

We need a builder, a better design
A house with more windows
And more ways inside