With a hammer and nails and a fear of failure
We are building a shed
Between here and heaven between the wait
And the wedding for as long as we both shall be dead

To the world beyond the boys and the girls
Trying to keep us calm
We can practice our lines 'til we're deaf and blind
To ourselves, to each other

Where it's fall, not winter, spring
Not summer, cool not cold
And it's warm not hot have we all forgotten that
We're getting old

With an arrow and bow and some seeds left to sow
We are staking our claim
On ground so fertile we forget who we've hurt along
The way and reach out for a strange hand

To hold someone strong but not bold enough
To tear down the wall
'Cause we're not lost enough to find the stars aren't crossed
Why align them? Why fall hard?

Not soft into fall, not winter, spring
Not summer, cool not cold
And it's warm not hot have we all forgotten
That we're getting old