Zak Domogalla - Going To The House Lyrics

Going To The House
The sky's purple red beyond the factory gate
Between the red lights my mind takes a break
A limo driver sleeps in a no parking zone
Nine out of ten people are talking on their phones
Rolling their eyes and moving their mouths
I'm leaving the city I'm going to the house

Walk into a crowd looking for a place to sit
Where they celebrate life every chance they get
Where the people all smile and the guitars will play
But there too busy wanting everything their way
Stopped in a café on first street in south
They ask where I'm going I'm going to the house

Sounds of saxophones blowing down the street
Stars fading in the dawn and going back to sleep
Morning rain puddles the sun has dried
Passing buildings wondering what's inside

By the edge of the lake through the hilltop village
Walking along watching how everybody lives
Climbing their mountains and crossing their rivers
Waiting on a promise that hope would be delivered
Before they're totally surrounded by doubt
I'm getting off this train
And I'm going to the house
I'm getting off this train
And I'm going to the house
I'm getting off this train
And I'm going to the house
I'm getting off this train
And I'm going to the house