They say don't build your house out of sand.
But maybe sand is all I've got.
They say don't build your world around a man.
But maybe my man is all I've got.
Our fathers' homes are stone, built brick and bone.
Oh get me out of here, I want my own.
I know that a plan is just a plan.
But it feels like a plan is all we've got.
And I know that my man is just a man.
But it feels like he's everything I've got.
Our fathers' homes are stone, built brick and bone.
Oh get me out of here, I want my own.
I want my own, I want my own...