Porchlight Memories

Pull up a chair

underneath the shade

Look at the beauty of the life we made

No rush at all,

let the hours bend

Here's to the moments that don't have to end

And the sun is low

on the wooden floor

We couldn't ask for a single thing more (mmm-hmm)

Raise up a glass to the simple days

Wrapped in the warmth of the golden haze (so warm) Every sweet

laugh that we got to share

Knowing that we're always standing there

Leaves on the lawn making patterns bright

We got all day,

we don't mind the night

Just tell me your story,

I'll tell you mine

Under the branches of the quiet pine

You know, I was thinking about that time last winter.

We didn't have much,

but we had this kitchen table.

And we just laughed.

That's what stays with you,

I think.

Yeah, that's what stays

Just the warmth of the sun on the floor