What's next? Lyrics

I'm moving into my first house

Empty rooms of possibilities

For making music, making family

I'm moving to a small town

I'm hoping it'll ease my pace

To quit living like everything is a race

So I sit here, a few boxes in

Surrounded by piles of books

With a quarter-filled kitchen

As I'm writing my tenth song today

Yet I had to take days off from work

To have time to create

I'm moving into my first house

Empty rooms of possibilities

For making music, making family

I'm moving to a small town

I'm hoping it'll ease my pace

To quit living like everything is a race

So I wonder if this quaint abode

Will remain suitable if our numbers begin to grow

And I daydream, if I write a hit song

Would the comforts of home transform

Into thorns that don't belong?

God, don't let me outgrow

Contentment in the home

No matter how loud life becomes

Live quietly in accord with everyone

God, don't let me outgrow

Contentment in the home

Grant us your joy and peace

That we may be satisfied in these

I'm moving into my first house

Empty rooms of possibilities

For making music, making family

I'm moving to a small town

I'm hoping it'll ease my pace

To quit living like everything is a race

That I must win