In a little house on the cheaper side of town
With her own paintings hangin' all around
In the little house with the creaking sound
Peeling paper that is faded brown
In a little house on the cheaper side of town
From a cluttered desk she pulls out an old postcard
A brand new house pictured from the front yard
From a cluttered desk full of bills she owes
Heat and water and winter clothes
From a cluttered desk she pulls out an old postcard
What we want and what we need aren't so hard
To understand when we look at an old postcard
Sent to us by a long lost friend
Rediscovered to remind us that
What we want and what we need aren't so hard
The card was sent by a man she used to think of
A man who wanted to buy that house and fill it with his love
But their dreams could never line up just right
Between the shadows and harsh daylight
The card was sent by a man she used to think of
Chorus
She pulls the easel out on her own front lawn
And paints the colors she has seen, many dusks and dawns
Hangs it up in her bedroom
It makes her smile even through the gloom
She pulls the easel out on her own front lawn
Chorus

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