Porch Light Days
by Barb Marlowe · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
soft rock, pop rock, acoustic, nostalgic, wistful
Prompt
soft rock, pop rock, nostalgic, wistful, bright mid-tempo groove, female breathy vocals, harmonies, acoustic guitar
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh, ah Mattress on the floor by the window seat, Candle in a bottle and a kettle on the heat, Thrift shop shawl and a borrowed guitar, We were broke, but we never felt poor. Quarters in a jar for the laundry line, Singing till the morning, and the morning was fine. Now the lights are bright and the doors swing wide, But I still keep a key to the other side. Take me back to the porch light days, Where the old friends sing and nobody pays, Barefoot dreaming in the amber glow, Oh, I'd go back home if I could just know, Porch light days, calling my name, I'm coming home, I'm coming home again. Rain on the rooftop, six of us inside, One pot of soup and nothing left to hide. You said, "Hold on to the girl you are," I wrote it on my wrist like a little star. Now the letters come with a different name, But the porch light's burning just the same. Now the lights are bright and the doors swing wide, But I still keep a key to the other side. Take me back to the porch light days, Where the old friends sing and nobody pays, Barefoot dreaming in the amber glow, Oh, I'd go back home if I could just know, Porch light days, calling my name, I'm coming home, I'm coming home again. Applause is a coat that never fits right, I'd trade the silver for one candlelit night. Hold my hand at the kitchen door, Sing it like we did before. Take me back to the porch light days, Where the old friends sing and nobody pays, Porch light days, calling my name, I'm coming home, I'm coming home again. Porch light days, oh, porch light days, I'm coming home again.