The story behind this song
They can recite them in order like a prayer learned by heart: the third-floor walk-up with the radiator that sang all night, the rental with the lemon tree she cried to leave, the starter home they swore was temporary and stayed in fifteen years. Every few years, new keys, new boxes, the same two names on the lease.
Somewhere around the fourth move he figured it out — the walls kept changing, but home didn't. For the husband who'd pack a hundred kitchens just to unpack the next one with the person carrying the other end of the couch.
Lyrics
I can say them all in order
Like a prayer I learned by heart
Like a prayer I learned by heart
Third-floor walk-up, Hadley Street
The radiator sang all night
We owned a mattress and a skillet
And thought we were doing all right
The radiator sang all night
We owned a mattress and a skillet
And thought we were doing all right
New keys, same two names
Box by box by box
Box by box by box
Through every address, it was you
Every landlord, every leaky roof
The walls kept changing, love — the home did not
You're the other end of every couch I've got
Through every address, my way home was you
Every landlord, every leaky roof
The walls kept changing, love — the home did not
You're the other end of every couch I've got
Through every address, my way home was you
The rental with the lemon tree
You cried the day we left it
The starter home we swore was temporary —
Fifteen years, no regrets yet
You cried the day we left it
The starter home we swore was temporary —
Fifteen years, no regrets yet
I'd pack a hundred kitchens
Just to unpack yours again
Just to unpack yours again
Through every address, it was you
Every landlord, every leaky roof
The walls kept changing, love — the home did not
You're the other end of every couch I've got
Through every address, my way home was you
Every landlord, every leaky roof
The walls kept changing, love — the home did not
You're the other end of every couch I've got
Through every address, my way home was you
Someday some kid will buy this place
Paint over every wall
They'll never know what happened here —
We were home through it all
Paint over every wall
They'll never know what happened here —
We were home through it all
Through every address, it was you
Every landlord, every leaky roof
The walls kept changing, love — the home did not
You're the other end of every couch I've got
Through every address, my way home was you
Every landlord, every leaky roof
The walls kept changing, love — the home did not
You're the other end of every couch I've got
Through every address, my way home was you
Wherever the next key fits
I'm home if you're in it
I'm home if you're in it
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