There's not gonna be no stairs, no Just ladder to the loft where There's a single bed Carpet on the floor Maybe a little window Always will stand open I'm thinking maybe A blue-colored door Down to the kitchen Homemade shelving table Shabby wooden wall French single-stone Gas stove for the cooking Lamps for the living And in the nearby room A fireplace that works in the heat A new sofa Blankets and pillows Curtain of old candles Candles all around And a shower in the bathroom White house There's a little garden Some herbs and a few tomatoes Leaves lying in the shadow And a chair in the sun Hear the musics play And a dog running around Their children There's not gonna be no stairs, no Just ladder to the loft where
