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Corrugated Roof (This is Home)

V6

[Verse 1: Male] We dragged two cots beneath the corrugated roof A lantern on a nail, a cooler by the door Rain tapped hard above our borrowed little room We called it camping, nothing more [Verse 1: Female] The floor was dust and wheat from seasons long gone by Your boots left circles where the kernels used to lie I brought a kettle, blankets, and a box of plates You measured every wall and drew a doorway shape [Pre-Chorus: Male] You said, “Stay one week, then we’ll decide” [Pre-Chorus: Female] I said, “Put a window on the east side” [Chorus: Both] We’re sleeping in the grain bin, counting every seam Turning cold steel shelter into something we can keep No road back to the old place, no need to pretend We came here for a weekend; we’re building home instead [Verse 2: Male] I cut the floor for plumbing, laid the cedar frame Ran copper through the ribs and marked the breaker names The north wall took a stove, the south wall took a sink We learned to make a life from whatever we could bring [Verse 2: Female] I scrubbed the dust from windows salvaged from a school Hung curtains over plywood, made the bare room cool I painted one red line around the sleeping loft So every morning sunlight knew where to set us off [Pre-Chorus: Female] You said, “The roof still leaks above the bed” [Pre-Chorus: Male] I said, “We’ll seal it up before the frost gets in” [Chorus: Both] We’re living in the grain bin, hearing weather pass Steel around the kitchen, cedar underneath our feet at last No road back to the old place, no need to pretend We came here for a weekend; we’re building home instead [Bridge: Male] The table fits beside the stove [Bridge: Female] The old dog sleeps below the stairs [Bridge: Male] Your photographs are on the wall [Bridge: Female] Our winter coats are hanging there [Bridge: Both] What started as a night away Has roots beneath the poured-in floor We turn the latch, we light the room And want for nothing more [Final Chorus: Both] We’re home inside the grain bin, morning on the eastern glass Steel became our shelter, then the shelter became our past We built a life in every corner, every nail and board We came here for a weekend, now we’re staying evermore [Outro: Female] Lock the door. [Outro: Male] Leave the porch light on. [Outro: Both] This is home.