The Red Barn Door

I've got my separate bandeau, don't know what I'm waiting for, The paintings, what I need to do so, the soul, barn will look I know that this work can't wait, life's a gift so celebrate, The weather would look so nice, the wind and rain and winter ice, Boards and nails have come undone, fixing this won't be any fun, But I've got better things to do, singing songs and loving you. I know that this work can't wait, life's a gift so celebrate, Try real hard and get my brush, climb the ladder and feel a rush, For God I'm scared of heights, coming down not feeling right, But I've got better things to do, singing songs and loving you. I know that this work can't wait, life's a gift so celebrate, I'm sitting down to write a song, there must be something really wrong, The only thing my mind can see is a red bind door, Reminding me, who's that whispering in my ear, Her message is so very clean, Work hard today, but leave some time for play, You can always paint your bind to my row. I've got myself a red bind door, don't know what I'm waiting for, Paint things what I need to do, so this old bind will look I know that this work can't wait, life's a gift so celebrate, Who's that whispering in my ear, her message is so very clean, Work hard today, but leave some time for play, You can always paint your bind to my head, yeah. Thank you.