We sang porch songs like we were rock stars We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last Then it was back in the car, the coast to the cornfields Maybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselves
Rest stop coffee, postcards back home Back seat scenes of strange towns, keep driving on, keep driving on In the middle of the night, we took a wrong turn, ended up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earth
Oh, the scattered light, a photograph in mind, of a summer day, squinting at the sun It's a warm stone, that I carry along You know I, you know that I I've been saving quarters for the toll roads We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow Put me on a porch swing, out in Portland, put me on an f train, roll me back into Brooklyn
Well we closed the bars like we were cowboys and then we wrote our names in the dirt by the side of the road And October came and the winter drew near with the cold fingers digging in under the ribs But we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leaves and we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of wood-smoke
The scattered light, a photograph in mind, of a summer day, squinting at the sun It's a warm stone, that I carry along You know I, you know that I I've been saving quarters for the toll roads We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow Put me on a porch swing, out in Portland, put me on an f train, roll me back into Brooklyn
We sang porch songs like we were rock stars We drank cheap beer and tried to make it lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
