Text: Sarah Harmer. Oh Little Fire. Washington.

I didn?t go to Washington instead I swept the floor
The only things I?ve ever done you can?t see anymore
I knew there would be magic but I turned at the last chance
These idle hands are staying scared of making any plans

?Cause the fire needed tending and the windows are so wide
Sometimes I feel I?m in the world when I?m looking from inside
I will pack down the snow, make a path to the road, and I?ll think of the long ride
I hope you don?t need snow tires through the Pennsylvania night

I didn?t go, I said no, I said no when you asked
The only things I?m feeling are the empty minutes pass
The sun came up and moved around it?s down behind a cloud
I didn?t go to Washington and you?ll be almost there by now