Mary Chapin Carpenter - House Of Cards
I grew up in a house like this

You knew the groan of every stair

All the walls seemed to listen in

All the years seemed to take up air

And when you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard

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

And I grew up in a town like this

You knew the names of every street

On the surface it looked so safe

But it was perilous underneath

Thats the place where 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

Baby Im so scared

Were repeating the past instead of letting it go

And I dont want to go back there

Now were standing here face to face

Afraid to move or else

I want to prop up this fragile place

But I cant do it all by myself

Cause when we dream its of the wind blowing cold and hard

And when we wake up we still live in a house of cards

When we dream its of the wind blowing cold and hard

And when we wake up we still live in a house of cards