Older doesn't always make you taller And those pictures on mama's fridge prove that And if that room we shared up the stairs was any smaller Our eyes would've been a little less brown and a little more black
But we both looked out the same window Wished on the same stars Hung our blue jeans in the same breeze in the same backyard And how can two kids with the same raising Wind up on such different pages We all got our different callings Yeah, I guess that's why they call it A two story house A two story house
Her dream was diamond rings and having babies And mine was guitar strings and a pot of gold And to this day she calls me up and calls me crazy And I just kinda laugh and say "I know" She could never leave And I could never go back Kinda like a stray dog and a calico cat
Who both looked out the same window Wished on the same stars Hung our blue jeans in the same breeze in the same backyard How can two kids with the same raising Wind up on such different pages We all got our different callings Yeah, I guess that's why they call it A two story house A two story house
How can two kids with the same raising Wind up on such different pages We all got our different callings Yeah, I guess that's why they call it A two story house A two story houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
