If it's time that you want,
If it's space that you need,
Then darling go find it, that's alright by me.
I'll be building a house that you may never see.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands to the bone.
Just know that you have the respect you deserve,
As you cling to your courage and your efforts to serve.
The conviction you hold from the lessons you've learned
As you whispered that I'd be alright,
And that I needed to learn how to fight for you.
So whenever you come back from wherever you roam,
I'll be building a house, that just might be our home.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands...
