Stone cutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered timber
Piled high
In which to take along
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here

When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes
We can be thankful

Ooh ah ooh
When the mountaineers
Saw that everything fit
They were glad and so they took off

Thought we were due for
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of
Chemicals that mostly surround you
You wish to flee but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me

Oh, and when the morning comes
We will step outside
We will not find another man in sight
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long

Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name
Had changed into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Roseline

Thought we were due for
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

1891
They roamed around and foraged
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stones

Oh, they're a little like you, and
They're a little like me
We have all we need

Thought we were due for
A change or two
Around this place
This place
This place

When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with Writer/s: Eric Nichelson, Eric Pulido, Mckenzie Smith, Paul Alexander, Tim Smith
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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