[Intro] [Acoustic Guitar Hook] [Verse 1] We got a green couch off the sidewalk in the rain Three legs good, one resting on a paperback of Mark Twain One cast iron pan that we washed with salt and dry towels And two stolen mugs from the diner down on Powell We counted folded twenties in a circle on the floor Left sixty dollars short and wedged a chair against the door [Chorus] Oh, the kitchen was small, but the plans were too big We were living on eggs and a borrowed oil rig of a heater in the hall Every mismatched chair held a piece of someone's heart We were rich in second choices, building something from the start Yeah, the life we briefly built was held together by the seams Of four different keys and the same crazy dreams [Acoustic Guitar Hook] [Verse 2] Mark made the coffee with a strainer and a prayer Sarah read the horoscopes and swore that life was fair We painted all the cabinets a loud and terrible blue Landlord never noticed, or he had better things to do We swore we'd stay forever, or at least until the spring Trading turn-off-the-lights for who was gonna sing [Chorus] Oh, the kitchen was small, but the plans were too big We were living on eggs and a borrowed oil rig of a heater in the hall Every mismatched chair held a piece of someone's heart We were rich in second choices, building something from the start Yeah, the life we briefly built was held together by the seams Of four different keys and the same crazy dreams [Bridge] [Upright piano featured, soft brushed drums swell] The radiator clanked a steady 82 BPM pulse Every draft through the window made the candle flames revolt We didn't know the future was already at the gate Packing up the boxes, deciding everyone's fate [Verse 3] Now Mark is in Seattle with a house and two bright kids Sarah's down in Austin making art on mason jars and lids And I drove by the avenue last Tuesday in the rain Saw new white blinds behind the second-story pane The green couch is a memory, the cast iron pan is gone But I still hear the laughter when the morning light comes on [Chorus] Oh, the kitchen was small, but the plans were too big We were living on eggs and a borrowed oil rig of a heater in the hall Every mismatched chair held a piece of someone's heart We were rich in second choices, building something from the start Yeah, the life we briefly built was held together by the seams Of four different keys and the same crazy dreams [Outro] Four different keys... Just a season in the dark [Acoustic Guitar Hook] [Quiet piano chord softly fades] [End]
