The evening sun

Crackles through the apartment

Reminding us

We are free

The life we live under this sun

Is up to you and me

I can see the dust kick up

As we fold the sheets

Feeling life

In our finger tips

We will make it in a new city

One step at a time

Wooden floors

And vintage heaters

Making note to feed the parking meters

Our life is new

But still the same

We will change anew

In a new place

A new time

We will see it through