Table and Chairs Electric Six

I'm done with the road
I need an abode
A door to put my keys in
I've been a rolling stone
But now going alone
Is akin to committing treason
Now, speaking of
We made it, love
It's rhyme without reason
So come out from the forest
Move into the chorus
Cause it's wood chopping season
But first we'll build a bridge from here to there
Out of the finest mahogany
And then we'll build a place to sit and stare
I can't believe that you got to me

I see the meaning of life, girl
As a house becomes a home
And I've made you my wife, girl
Maybe you throw me a bone
Let me sit down at your
Table and chairs
Free from all cares
Let me drown in your stares
At your table and chairs