Ravine

If I had my way, I would build you a home

Rub your back free of nights on the road

If I had my way I would cook like a wife

You could work all day, come home hungry at night

But isn't that the point, aren't you the one

Who's supposed to pull out the rug

And tell me baby, all of our waiting

It's finally done

You should be hammering away, on a nice white fence

Saying there's no more Sundays, where you will leave my bed