Porch Light Lament

Porch light's still burning gold

Moths are spinning in the heat (ahhh)

You're standing where the fence line meets the road

With a plastic cup,

toasted to a dream we couldn't keep

And oh, the person you almost were

Is waving from the passenger side of that old truck

We built a kingdom out of dust and dirt

Now we're just running out of luck (yeah)

Left the keys in the ignition console

Radio hums a quiet,

tired tune (hummmm)

We were giants on this gravel road

Now we're just shadows

under a heavy moon

But oh, the person you almost were

Is waving from the passenger side of that old truck

We built a kingdom out of dust and dirt

Now we're just running out of luck

Under the moths

Just a plastic cup on the fence (hmmm)