Hallowed Ground

Hallowed ground was burning up my feet
 I was standing out in your street
 Right beneath your window
 Watching your candles glow
 Hallowed ground was burning up my soul
 I was halfway up the telephone pole
 I was calling out your name
 That hallowed ground will never be the same
 Hallowed ground, hallowed ground
 I'm standing making not a sound
 Hallowed ground, hallowed ground
 We got to get back on hallowed ground
 Well the romance went the usual way
 You're in the kitchen with nothing left to say
 There's a child and a mortgage sleeping in our bed
 I'm wide awake with these worries in my head
 After all the poems and the plans
 The recipes, the documents, the wedding bands
 Put Mike Stinson on the stereo
 These two lonely hearts need a place to go
 Little bird outside our window
 You said listen, he never sings the same
 We listened for hours and hours
 Little bird flew us away to
 Our hallowed ground where our story began
 Let's make breakfast with our hallowed pots and pans
 The ridge has got a dusting of snow
 Let's pack up the little one and go
 Cause the little one has never seen the snow