Depreston - Courtney Barnett

You said we should look out further, I guess it wouldn’t hurt us

We don’t have to be around all these coffee shops

Now we’ve got that percolator, never made a latte greater

I’m saving twenty three dollars a week

We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arrestin'

A man with his hand in a bag

How’s that for first impressions?

This place seems depressing

It’s a Californian bungalow in a cul-de-sac

It’s got a lovely garden, a garage for two cars to park in

Or a lot of room for storage if you’ve just got one

And it’s going pretty cheap you say, well it’s a deceased estate

Aren’t the pressed metal ceilings great?

Then I see the handrail in the shower, a collection of those canisters for

coffee tea and flour

And a photo of a young man in a van in Vietnam

And I can’t think of floorboards anymore, whether the front room faces south or

north

And I wonder what she bought it for

If you’ve got a spare half a million

You could knock it down and start rebuildin'