Those Sunday morning breakfast conversations
Flicking through the paper’s real estate pages
Sipping on homes we can’t afford
What’s it like to have coffee on that porch
I don’t care if we never get there
I just want you and you alone
One day things will go our way
Maybe we can build ourselves a home
I want to be all that you need me to be
Someone who sparks your electricity
Two more year’s and you’ll be done with all your studies
In thirty years you’ll pay it off
Maybe one day I’ll write something we can dance to
God knows that’s where the money is
I don’t care if we never get there
I just want you and you alone
One day things will go our way
Maybe we can build ourselves a home
I want to be all that you need me to be
Someone who sparks your electricity
