My house is hard to find, but I'll give you directions, You can visit sometime, down where all that I built surrounds me Just make sure your car's got good shocks There's steep hills, there's potholes, there's rocks I work in the garden, my son plays around me Close the gate behind you, there's a horse that can't get out I will see you first, is that all right And can you remember, can you remember
This is not the house that pain built This is not the house that pain built I was drowning in something, I jumped in the rift And you knew me back then, when I spat on my gift, but no
It's tough and it's tiring when you go it alone I learned about wiring, I learned about stone The building is done but the work's never through And I won't give up, no how, it reminds me of who I am and where I am now I remember myself, that's the work that I do On a spring night when the snow is melting You'll see two sets of footprints walking Look at all the stars, and turn around, and walk home, Slowly walk home.
This is not the house that pain built That is not a house that pain ubilt My friends all think that I holed up and hid But I tell them I didn't, you know I don't think I did, no.
And this is where I let my pain go This is where I let my pain go
Compositor: Dorothy S Williams (Williams Dar) ECAD: Obra #5399518