by tyler stenson © 2017 — ASCAP
Louie was a lover,
But he’d never tell you so.
The kind that loves them in the night
But in the morning let’s them go.
Nelli was an orphan
Street fighter for a time.
We rescued her along the way
And she pulls her weight fine.
And both of them are walking
In a line, hand-in-hand.
Tiny little pieces in this tiny caravan.
Marie is the toughest,
She’s the hammer and the steel.
She’s the hunt, she’s the gather,
She’s the grease on the wheel.
And they call me the leader,
But I’m soft and I’m scared
That I’m half the man needed
To lead them anywhere.
Still, both of us are walking
In a line, hand-in-hand.
Tiny little pieces in this tiny caravan.
We wandered the wilderness—
All around, westward then east.
We wandered the hopelessness—
Starving to belong somewhere
And hunting it like a beast
And all of us are walking
In a line, hand-in-hand.
Tiny are the pieces of this tiny caravan.
There’s a baby on the way
In the belly of Marie—
And it’s everything we feared
And it’s everything we need
And we’ll carry [her] as far as we can
Until she stands
And walks along beside us
In this tiny caravan.