Porch Songs

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, yeah postcards back home
 Back seat scenes of strange towns
 Keep driving on, 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
 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
 We sang porch songs like we were rock stars
 We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last