River on the Porch Light（バージョン2）

Verse

Screen door creaking, porch swing won't hold still

Popsicle sticks in a mason jar on the railing

River's calling through the kitchen window

Waterline rising where the sun used to stand

Your old bicycle leans against the cedar beam

Dust on the pedals like it's been asleep for years

Pre-Chorus

Something's stirring down by the waterline

I can feel it climbing up my spine

Every summer I thought would be mine

Fading fast like a paper boat on a tide

Chorus

Rip this porch light off, let the river take us home

We don't need the sunset when we've got our own

Sneakers in the mud where the water's going deep

This is how we used to run while nobody was watching, just you and me and the dark on the creek

Verse

Fishing line tangled on a rusty fence post

Paper boats we folded out of last year's church bulletin

Radio static from an old transistor radio

Static that only makes sense when you're near

Your hair's soaked through to your T-shirt collar

Salt like tears from chasing something we can't hold onto still

Pre-Chorus

Something's stirring down by the waterline

I can feel it climbing up my spine

Every summer I thought would be mine

Fading fast like a paper boat on a tide

Chorus

Rip this porch light off, let the river take us home

We don't need the sunset when we've got our own

Sneakers in the mud where the water's going deep

This is how we used to run while nobody was watching, just you and me and the dark on the creek

Bridge

Maybe some summers aren't meant to last

But maybe that's what makes 'em worth it all

So I'm ripping this light off the rafters

Waving goodbye to the daylight, hello to all we never knew

Chorus

Rip this porch light off, let the river take us home

We don't need the sunset when we've got our own

Sneakers in the mud where the water's going deep

This is how we used to run while nobody was watching, just you and me and the dark on the creek

Outro

Waterline rising where the sun used to stand

River's calling, and this time I'm answering