Front Porch Yearning

(hummmmm) Leaving skid marks on the state line

Watching the taillights fade in the rearview glass

But I still smell the damp Georgia pine

And the morning dew on the high-grade pasture grass

Now I am three

states away

And the noise of this town never sleeps

Oh, the noise of this town never sleeps

Oh, take me back to the gravel road

Where the creek runs cold and the pace is slow

Yeah, my heart stays parked by the old red gate

No matter how far I drive away

(no matter how far)

These steel high-rises look like a cage

And the coffee tastes like paper cups and dust

I am just looking for an open page

And a wooden porch

that I can trust

Oh, take me back to the gravel

road Where the creek runs cold and the pace is slow

Yeah, my heart stays parked by the old red gate

No matter how far I drive away

No matter how far...

(no matter how far) (mmm-mmm-mm)