James Dean Cotton - Tiny Houses Lyrics

I know you
You used to be me
Draw a distinction, but
Upon this one thing agree

I know you
You made the deal
Somebody's little boy
Flying low-down in The Field

Some are unlucky and others are broken or sick
Addicted to chasing the sky, or living too quick
They say, till you lose everything nobody is free
But, these tiny houses hold tinier pieces of me

And I know her
Veronica Jane
Feeding the shadows of freeways
With nowhere to to stay

I know us
Dare you to dream
Looking away while
Trying to say what you mean

Some are unlucky and others are broken or sick
Addicted to chasing the sky, or living too quick
They say, till you lose everything nobody is free
But, these tiny houses hold tinier pieces of me

Not too far from the couch here to the camp
Blue tarp, billowing breeze of the trucks on the ramp
Not too far from the couch here to the camp!
Oh, anyone, anyone, anyone could wake up like that!

Some are unlucky and others are broken or sick
Addicted to chasing the sky, or living too quick
They say, till you lose everything nobody really is free
But, these tiny houses hold tinier pieces of me

These tiny houses hold tinier pieces of me