Older doesn't always make you taller

And those pictures on mama's fridge prove that

And if that room we shared up the stairs was any smaller

Our eyes would've been a little less brown and a little more black.

But we both looked out the same window

Wished on the same stars

Hung our blue jeans in the same breeze in the same backyard

And how can two kids with the same raising

Wind up on such different pages

We all got our different callings

Yeah, I guess that's why they call it

A two story house

A two story house.

Her dream was diamond rings and having babies

And mine was guitar strings and a pot of gold

And to this day she calls me up and calls me crazy

And I just kinda laugh and say "I know"

She could never leave

And I could never go back

Kinda like a stray dog and a calico cat.

Who both looked out the same window

Wished on the same stars

Hung our blue jeans in the same breeze in the same backyard

How can two kids with the same raising

Wind up on such different pages

We all got our different callings

Yeah, I guess that's why they call it

A two story house

A two story house.

How can two kids with the same raising

Wind up on such different pages

We all got our different callings

Yeah, I guess that's why they call it

A two story house

A two story house.