I've got a farm house,

It's a big white farmhouse

And forty acres in my head

You got a kitchen,

It's an oak floor kitchen

And a big brass feather bed

And there in the parlor,

An old upright piano

And a precocious blue-eyed kid

Playing the keys

Playing the keys



Live in the now

A room with a view of Cambridge

Live in the now

Traffic, noise, and neighborhood kids

We're sitting in the kitchen

You reach cross the table

And put a finger on my wrinkled brow

You say,