Screen Door Slams (version 2)

Intro

Screen door slams at six a.m.

Barefoot on the linoleum

Verse

Old radio crackling static through the wall

Milk gone warm in a cracked-cup spill

You laughed so hard you snorted orange juice

Summer stretching out like it never will

Chorus

Screen door slams and I'm running down the lane

No clock ticking us, no rules to break

Salt on my collarbone, sky turning gold

This is the only way that summer feels

Verse

Paperbacks dog-eared on the porch swing seat

Your mom's garden hose watering out a spell

We chased fireflies past the rusty old fence

Not one second of this day would I sell

Chorus

Screen door slams and I'm running down the lane

No clock ticking us, no rules to break

Salt on my collarbone, sky turning gold

This is the only way that summer feels

Bridge

Maybe I'm not leaving after all

Maybe staying's the bravest thing we do

The road gets quiet but it still carries you

Right out here into this blue, right with you

Chorus

Screen door slams and I'm running down the lane

No clock ticking us, no rules to break

Salt on my collarbone, sky turning gold

This is the only way that summer feels