Bricks - Dave Hause

Now I’m missing you

I miss that town I miss your name

I don’t speak it anymore

Since you took my picture from its frame

I’m up later each night trying to write my way out of this tomb

Seems these sedatives don’t work as well in these gloomy rented rooms

Where the air conditioner’s set on choke and the TV loops bad news

I’m moving on

So maybe Mexico

San Francisco would be fine

Somewhere to dry out

Clean up and pass a little time

I’ll put some money down

Maybe a place right on the bay

I’ll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way

That January moon

Indian summer’s warm wind came

Spring fever brought along

Some hope to quell the sin and shame

But it wasn’t long before

That winter chill began to haunt

We tried to warm our bones

In that freezing house I used to want

And those highs and lows when they come and go just slide to the extreme

And I couldn’t sleep there long enough to have a decent dream

Where the heater’s set on stifle and the nightmares made me scream

I’m moving on