Dead Winter Carpenters Find Your Home
I think I'll move back to New England
And find myself a little spread
I'll work real hard in the green green fields
Until the day I'm dead
I've got me heaps of sweet memories
From when I was a little boy
When everything seemed to make sense to me
In a sandbox filled with toys
But you gotta roll, yeah you gotta roll, till you find your home
Think I'll move to California
Buy me a little spread
Work real hard in the golden hills
Till the day I'm dead
I've got me heaps of sweet memories
Of when I was a little girl
When everything seemed to make sense to me
Fake heels and plastic curls
But you gotta roll, yeah you gotta roll, till you find your home
I hope you smile when you get there
Cuz it's been so hard to travel alone
I hope you smile when you get there
It's been so hard to find your home
I think we'll move down to Nashville and start a little rock and roll band
Where the stars all go down the music road and the good people understand
We learned to play sweet melodies when we were little kids
Now we ain't got time to look back on nothing and regret anything we did
Still we gotta roll, still we gotta roll, yeah we gotta roll, still we gotta roll
Till we find our home
