Roscoe

Stonecutters made them from stones

Chosen specially for you and I

Who will live inside



The mountaineers gathered tinder piled high

In which to take along

Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here



When they got here, all exhausted

On the roof leaks they got started

And now when the rain comes, we can be thankful



Ooh, ah, ooh

When the mountaineers saw that everything fit

They were glad, and so they took off



Thought we were due

For a change or two

Around this place



When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with



The village used to be all one really needs

Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals

That mostly surround you

You wish to flee, but it's not like you

So listen to me, listen to me



Oh, oh, and when the morning comes

We will step outside

We will not find another man in sight

We like the newness, the newness of all

That has grown in our garden soaking for so long



Whenever I was a child

I wondered what if my name had changed

Into something more productive like Roscoe

Been born in 1891

Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline



Thought we were due

For a change or two

Around this place



When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with



Oh



1891

They roamed around and foraged

They made their house from cedars

They made their house from stone



Oh, they're a little like you

And they're a little like me

We have all we need



Thought we were due

For a change or two

Around this place

This place, this place



When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with