La Casa de Mis Sueños

The house of my dreams costs 30 years of my pay
Some extra cash and late-night splurges
I’m not sure if I’ll fit in the neighborhood
With my worn-out blue jeans and the same old shoes

The house of my dreams has a gate to get in
With armed guards and electric fences
What will I do when they don’t believe I own the place
With my three-day stubble and my guitar hanging?

The house of my dreams wants me to put dreams aside
Take time from my family to give it to my job
If the happiness I seek takes away the good I already have
The house of my dreams, the house of my dreams
The house of my dreams, I don’t want it anymore

(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)

The house of my dreams always looks so tidy
With everything in its place and not a single stain
What will I do with my little artists when they can’t resist
Making their first masterpieces on the white walls?

The house of my dreams is 3,000 square feet
A room for each kid, so they have their space and
What will I do when one day I want to chat with them for a bit
And find them all locked up in their rooms?

I prefer my apartment, 500 square feet
With its two small bedrooms and its one-and-only bathroom
I’d rather see my kids climbing up the cabinets
And hear them scream with joy because I’m home from work

I prefer my caretakers, who watch without a shotgun
Because when I’m out of cash, they’re the ones who lend me some
I prefer what I already have, and though I want other things
The house of my dreams, the house of my dreams
The house of my dreams

The house of my dreams, the house of my dreams
The house of my dreams will be whatever God wants (la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Whatever God wants (la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)