Musical Lodge

Lyrics -

Out here the leaves fall in December
Off of trees made from impossible roots and wild strawberries
We always make a pile for the kids
At night we still play tennis
We turn the dial, it clicks, the lights hum
But they’re temporary
We can’t find our shirts and the lid
It’s nothing somebody did

Chours:
God made the stars
For the back seat of my car
As the world slowly turns
Because it’s ours
And with the lights this bright
I’ll stay awake until we get it right
And count those stars
Before we say good night

An old fella with some old time records
Cracks a window and plays a song
That talks about Detroit City
The chorus says “I wanna go home”
His rocking chair has been weathered
The ice that used to cool his tea…
Has long since melted
He’s thinking ’bout a long time ago
Things change when they grow