(henry paul/van stephenson/dave robbins)

Stone by stone, beam by beam
Hand in hand, we built this dream
Now you're wreckin' this home
Doin' it stone by stone

its hard to wake up

when the shades have been pulled shut
this house is haunted
its so pathetic
it makes no sense at all
im ripe with things to say

Verse1:
Maybe i thought i wanted to be here
Maybe i thought i wanted your lovin' tonight
The music too slow, the lights too low
But something just wasn't right

On a day
to
day there's no way most men make it through
I got to tell you now
Family tied to me, I'm doing just what I got
to do
I got to tell you now

My fur-coat's sold (could be -coat's old)
Oh, lord ain't it cold
But i'm not gonna holler
'cause i've still got a dollar
And when i get low
Oooo i get high

Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach
Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep

Gonna walk right through this town and laugh
with a crowd of strangers chasing me.
Never stop to look behind my back,
so tell me what they said because I fear my life's