Cottage in the Wood

Written by: Tim Ryerson

Arms crossed, pacing back and forth
poking and prying in every corner
peering in closets, turning on faucets
humming softly and talking to yourself
You glanced back at me and smiled 
knowing you had found our place
our place to grow old together
our cottage in the wood

I live in our cottage in the wood
I live in our cottage alone

Look at it now
Look at this place
Look what has become of it
Look what has become of me