[Verse 1]
Along the front there are pots with snapdragons
Embedded lights of different colors in the gardens around the back
Green trimming below the withe fingers of the willow that the previous owner planted
[Chorus 1]
And inside is a photographer with a laundering eye
Wonder what he's keeping in his silver halide
[Verse 2]
There are gutters with downspouts that feed copper basins
Assorted flags and bird baths - they have my attention
I've never seen him take a picture of his own place
[Chorus 2]
Inside is a photographer with a laundering eye
I saw him in the brake lights in my rear-view mirror
In that glowing curio he looked so familiar
But I don't think we've met
I don't think I know him
[Solo]
[Verse 3]
I've toured his house, it's different every time depending on what I make it
There have been sheep wandering the halls in kind, easy light
He's been Martin Bryant and Danny "Columbin", God, my silent brother