Small House
Phil Elverum
Every since I've been so involved in loving the feeling of keeping a small house warm and clean
I'm not always aware that there are stars above stars just above that ceiling
Or that the rain gushing throws the trash into the street
Or that the wind in the dark parking lots at the moment holds a leaf to the fence
I sort of remember the world
But my small house is glowing
A car playing music drives by the window while I'm washing dishes in the vast night