The Builder from Loaded by Baked Potatoes

I had this friend, his house was made of straw
it only took one little storm for his house to fall
he blamed it on the rain
his lover was in pain
He didn't understand, to make a home it took more than his own two hands
If you are the Builder, i am the straw
love keeps us together, throughout it all
having space means nothing if i don't have my soul
without you i feel so alone
let's make a home
I had this friend his house was made of sticks
his woman left so long ago on love he called it quits
the best thing about his place
he lived alone had so much space
He didn't understand, to make a home it took more than his own two hands
If you are the Builder, i am the sticks
love will keep us grounded, throughout the thick
having space means nothing if i don't have my soul
without you i feel so alone
let's make a home
I had this friend, his house was made of brick
foundation was strong but filled with conflict
even though his house stood tall
He kept stringing his lover along
He didn't understand, to make a home it took more than his own two hands
If you are the Builder, i am the brick
love will keep us honest, throughout the thick
having space means nothing if i don't have my soul
without you i feel so alone
let's make a home

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