Courting The Squall

In the hills it’s an overcoat colder
Come by, see me
If big things, life things are waves at your door
Come by, see me
Come grab a sleep on my floor
No more courting the squall
You’re out with a friend in the capital
I’m a thousand leagues under the sea
You’re hovering worriedly over your eggs
And I’m pondering trees
I’m wandering long
And I’m pondering trees
For you and me
In the hills it’s an overcoat colder
Come by, see me
If big things, life things are waves at your door
Come by, see me
Come grab a sleep on my floor
No more courting the squall
You’re out with a friend in the capital
I’m a thousand leagues under the sea
You’re hovering worriedly over your eggs
And I’m pondering trees
I’m wandering long
And I’m pondering trees
For you and me
I’m the son of a saint and a leader of men
And I’m neither of them but I’m yours
I’ll build us a house out of wrestlerock shale
With some everyday windows
An anytime roof
And I’ll open the doors
To you and yours
Just pondering trees
For you and me