G C G
G C G
Em C G C G
Em C G
         G         C          G
we will call this place our home,
         G         C          G
the dirt in which our roots may grow.
        Em         C          G
though the storms will push and pull,
       Em          C         G
we will call this place our home.
                  G    C          G
we?ll tell our stories on these walls.
       G       C          G
every year, measure how tall.
           Em     C      G
and just like a work of art,
                 Em    C         G
we?ll tell our stories on these walls.
         C          Em       G        D
let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.
        C             Em          G          D
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
            Em         D         C          G
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
           G       C       G
a little broken, a little new.
             G    C        G
we are the impact and the glue.
    Em          C        G
capable of more than we know,
              Em    C     G
we call this fixer upper home.
           G         C     G
with each year, our color fades.
   G          C          G
slowly, our paint chips away.
             Em        C
but we will find the strength
        G         D
and the nerve it takes
     Em          C            G     D
to repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
         C          Em       G        D
let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.
        C             Em          G          D
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
            Em         D         C          G
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
         C          Em       G        D
let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.
        C             Em          G          D
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
            Em         D         C          G
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
         G     C           G
smaller than dust on this map
          G         C      G
lies the greatest thing we have:
              Em       C         G
the dirt in which our roots may grow
         Em        C       G