Porchlight Outcasts

Left the porch light burning low

Didn't know which way

to go

Counting cracks on the driveway floor

Wondering what we're waiting for

And the autumn wind begins to shake the trees (oh-oh-oh)

We were running out of time in the yard

Trying not to take it all so hard

Underneath the open sky so wide

Nowhere left

for us to hide

Paper cups and faded dreams

Nothing is quite what it seems

But your hand is warm in mine

We can make it down the line

We were running out of time in the yard

Trying not to take it all so hard

Underneath the open sky so wide

Nowhere left

for us to hide

Running out of time...

(yeah, running out of time)