I was raised
In a small apartment
In fact
A lot of small apartments
I learned how to tip toe all day and not let anyone hear anything
Playing on my little ukulele
In the bathroom
Imagining the orchestra
Or the horn section
Playing right beside me
I had to stay so quiet
All the time
That when I got up
I just went crazy in mind
I just busted out
A little busty tune
I just busted out
A little busty tune
I just busted out
A little busty tune
In the garage that I never had
In the garage that I never had
I see everybody
Groovin’ tonight
They kind of moving
In the Moonlight
They kind of swaying
Back on their feet
It kind of feeling
Like it’s brand new meat
Something in the sky
Is calling us again
Turn on my electric guitar
And blast it as loud as I can
I want to play all night
And play all day
In the garage that I never had
Poor little kid
Banging on a ukulele
In an alley
With a little old lady
I was raised in apartments
I tiptoed around
I’d play my little
Acoustic guitar
And imagine
The symphony behind me
We can look for
Dear old dad
In the garage
I never had
Get together
All the ingredients
Make this b#tch
Make it sing
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Abraham Cloud Lyrics – The Garage That I Never Had