I start each day off the same
Stretching out my panda arms
Reaching for a guitar to play
But now my best friend’s at my feet
I can tell by her tiny cries
It’s time for us to eat
We shuffle to that old wood stove
I put on a pot of tea
And fill up both her bowls
Since we have no place to go
We bow our sleepy heads
And clap along to the radio
It goes tra la la la la la la la
My brother lives on 14th and Church
His hands hold so much joy
His heart is filled with so much hurt
He fell in love with a girl from the sea
She calmed his racing mind
And held him until he fell asleep
Through the years we’ve both seen our fair share of change
We’ve had some victories
But mostly we just made mistakes
He’s got this piano tune he made
Even though he wrote it as a child
It’s still a hit today
It goes tra la la la la la la la
I’ve got this little house up north
It’s not the biggest home
But I paid what it’s worth
Right now it’s just a place to keep my books
And since I hardly read
I guess it’s just there for looks
One day three schedules will align
And finally the boys and girls
Will be in the same damn place at the same damn time
With our voices, hearts, and strings
We’ll fill those tiny rooms
With so much love we’ll just have to sing
Tra la la la la la la la
