New Tenants

I've been feeling lately like the house at the end of the street
Where newspapers have been collecting for the past seven weeks
Where the grass ain't mowed and the flowers in the garden have died
And everyone that passes by thinks "what the hell has happened inside?" 

Then you moved in and the sun burned its whole through the clouds
It sang us its heroic anthem, so compelled by its sound
I took your hand in the presence of this bright new life
And what remained inside me screamed that everything is gonna be fine

So giddy up