Light a Match

Creeping up the crooked lane

To an old and broken barn

I find the shelter that I crave

Though the place is hardly warm

I know I've found a resting place

That I can call my own

I know I've found a resting place

That I can call my home

The door is open, but it's dark

So I finger for the light

Light's burnt out, the place so still

It blends into the night

I know I've found a resting place

That I can call my own

I know I've found a resting place

That I can call my home

I squint my eyes so I can see

Where I should start the fire

I light a match upon my hair

Close my eyes and wait awhile

When I wake and look around

There's so much more to see

The bright red barn is glowing now

It's glowing just for me

I know I've found a resting place

That I can call my own

I know I've found a resting place

That I can call my home