Four walls just lock us in Don’t worry if we can’t get out
'Cause nothing can get in All I need are my books and an atlas
A case of Pearls at my feet
Maybe a deck of cards and her record collection from the 1930's
We’ll just lay around and our hearts will sing like Mariachis
Four walls could you please
Keep out all stories from overseas
Or about any wreck or about some poor kid drowning
All we need is a window with moonlight coming through the trees
Maybe a colored light so at night I can see her and she can see me We’ll lay around and our hearts will sing like Mariachis