Last Saturday across Omaha
Your first place up on the third floor
I hauled your couch up three long flights
And acted like my back wasn't sore
I know it's only twenty minutes, Brooke
I know, I've said it before
Is twenty minutes far?
No farther than your stars
Sunday dinner's still at five
Keep the key, it's always yours
When you were six I stuck up stars
Plastic ones above your bed
You made me move them one by one
Till the Big Dipper looked how you said
They're still up there in your old room
Glowing where you left them, kid
Is twenty minutes far?
No farther than your stars
Sunday dinner's still at five
Keep the key, it's always yours
I gave you my old red toolbox
Your name on masking tape
Biscuit still sleeps outside your door
Like you're only running late
The two of us are bad at this
But we're learning how to wait
Is twenty minutes far?
No farther than your stars
Sunday dinner's still at five
Keep the key, it's always yours
I don't say it near enough
So let me say it loud
Brooke, I'm proud of you
Is twenty minutes far?
No farther than your stars
Bring that toolbox Sunday, five o'clock
Your key still fits, it's yours
Is twenty minutes far?
No farther than your stars