(Mary Chapin Carpenter)



I grew up in a house like this, we knew the groan of every stair

All the walls seemed to listen in, all the years seemed to take up air

When you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard

In those dreams you thought you lived in a house of cards



I grew up in a town like this, we knew the names of every street

On the surface it looked so safe, but it was perilous underneath

That's the place you shoved your doubts and hid your ugly scars

God forbid if word got out about your house of cards



And now I feel the wind about to blow, and baby I'm so scared

You're repeating the past instead of letting it go

And I don't wanna go back there



Now we're standing here face to face, afraid to move or else

I wanna prop up this fragile place, I can't do it all by myself

'Cause when we dream, it's of the wind, blowing cold and hard

When we wake up we still live in a house of cards



'Cause when we dream, it's of the wind, blowing cold and hard

When we wake up we still live in a house of cards