House on a Hill Lyrics

I wanted a house on hill

But the valley is high in my mind so I'm fine

I wanted a space I could fill

Then look in the mirror through the window from the sill

I had a mind to set you free

Is the truth in a song just a lie from my tongue

No one around me knew the reason why

Am I a man grown from a hanging tree in the sky

What kind of idea are you

Are you a god

Are you a man

Are you a tree

Are you a crack

In the pavement on an avenue

Are you a mountain to climb

Or is the soul of a man just a sin by design

What kind of idea are you

I got home to find

That none of these chairs in this house are mine

So I got drunk and called the cops

On a cocaine deal going down in the drive

What kind of idea are you

Are you a god

Are you a man

Are you a tree

Are you a crack

In the pavement on an avenue

Are you a mountain to climb

Or is the soul of a man just a sin by design