A House with No Land

I’m thinking ’bout buying a house with no land
With walls made of gravel a ground built on sand
I picture myself on an old country road
Where no cars are passing and stories’ been told

I’m thinking ’bout getting a dog without name
Who’d run down the valley and come up again
We’d talk through the daytime and into the night
I’d wait for an answer and he wouldn’t bite

There’d be no more parties or pictures or friends
I could sit in the garden all by myself
No one would notice no one would care
If I were to wander If I’d disappear

Days that have passed would be just like today
Seasons will change between April and May
The weeks I am counting the years passing by
But it’s not so bad I got you on my mind

I’m thinking ’bout buying a house with no land
With roof made of paper to keep out the rain
And when I am too tired to stand up once more
I’d hide the key away after locking the door