Samples.

I got these hands, looking for use
I got a plan, just needs a house
Walls bare, so much potential
Look there, what looks like plaster
Is really a future, waiting for color and care.
You’ve got a house in need of work.
I’ve got a heart, empty with hurt.
Our rooms, they could use filling.
Our rooms, they could use healing.
So much potential, it takes so little to start.
(chorus) But no need to worry, these are just samples.
No obligation. Maybe this for the mantle?
And if it’s all wrong, we can cover it up and move on.
You never thought much of the walls.
Went and accepted hand-me-down mauve.
But baby, come down to the hardware store,
The paint names promise so much more:
Quiet Veranda. Southern Breeze. Whatever that means.
See, my basement apartment, it’s Afternoon Shade.
It’s kind of ironic, ‘cause it stays dark there all day.
But that’s the idea, you can choose Tropicana
Even if you live in Alaska. The world is our Oyster,
Can’t wait to begin.
(chorus)
(bridge) I’ll do the painting and you’ll bring me coffee,
Say how it all comes together so nicely.
And all of the samples we ruled out together,
Could never be the one perfect color we found.
I got a chair, bought second hand.
I got a stain to make it what I really wanted.
Something to go with Afternoon Shade.
Maybe they’ve got one with shadow in the name.
Anything … to make this place feel less the same.
But no need to worry. These are just samples.
No obligation. No obligation.
And if it’s all wrong … you can cover it up.
You can cover it up.