Chris Pureka - Porch Songs Lyrics
We sang porch songs, like we were rock starswe drank cheap beer and tried to make it lastthen it was back in the carthe coast to the cornfieldsmaybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselvesrest stop coffee, postcards back homeback seat scenes of strange townskeeping driving on, keep driving onin the middle of the night, we took a wrong turnended up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earthoh the scattered light, a photograph in mindof a summer day, squinting at the sunit's a warm stone, that I carry alongyou know I, you know that II've been saving quarters, for the toll roadswe can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrowput me on a porch swing, out in Portlandput me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklynwell we closed the bars, like we were cowboysand then we wrote our names in the dirt by the side of the roadand october came and the winter drew nearwith the cold fingers digging in under the ribsbut we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leavesand we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of wood-smokethe scattered light...
