Roscoe - Midlake

Stone-cutters made them from stones

Chosen specially for you and I Who will live inside

The mountaineers gathered timber piled high

In which to take along

Travelling many miles knowing they’d get here

When they got here all exhausted

On the roof leaks they got started

And now when the rain comes we can be thankful

When the mountaineers saw that everything fit

They were glad and so they took off

Thought we were due for a change

Or two around this place

When they got back they’re all mixed up With no one to stay with

The village used to be all one really needs

Now it’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals

That mostly surround you, you wish to flee

But it’s not like you so listen to me listen to me Oh and when the morning comes

We will step outside

We will not find another man in sight

We like the newness the newness of all

That has grown in our garden

Struggling for so long

Whenever I was a child

I wonder what if my name had changed

Into something more productive

Like Roscoe been born in 1891

Waiting with my aunt Rosaline

Thought we were due for a change

Or two around this place

When they got back they’re all mixed up With no one to stay with

1891 they roamed around and foraged

They made their house from cedars

They made their house from stone

Well they’re a little like you

And they’re a little like me We have all we need

Thought we were due for a change

Or two around this place

This place

This place

When they got back they’re all mixed up With no one to stay with

When they got back they’re all mixed up With no one to stay with