Start Somewhere

Only one more cent left
Like the back of my hand
I know you all to well
You’d rather give it away, than spend it yourself

Like pieces of a puzzle
Living the American hustle
I’ll play Clyde, and you Bonnie
Rob a few banks, and then we’ll be free

Like a carpenter and his wood
It’s an artist and a blank canvas
Like an architect with no rules
You’ve got to start somewhere, to see what’s there
You’ve got to start somewhere, to see what’s there

I saw you on your hands and knees
Planting seeds in a bed of weeds
I taught you how to till your land
You showed this heart how to love again

Like a carpenter and his wood
It’s an artist and a blank canvas
Like an architect with no rules …

So here we are my love
Reality finally found us
Do we hold on as tight as we can
Or like life unfolds, open our hands

Like a carpenter and his wood
It’s an artist and a blank canvas
Like an architect with no rules
You’ve got to start somewhere, to see what’s there
You’ve got to start somewhere, to see what’s there

You’ve got to start somewhere, to see … beauty