Porchlight Spin

"Wait, let me start over..." (hahaha)

Front porch under the cheap white light

She's spinning tales to pass the night

With clay still wet on her working hands

And a smile she doesn't mean but plans

Spin the wheel, shape the mold

Keep it warm

before it grows cold (ooh,

before it grows cold)

Oh,

we're building castles out of wet clay

Watching them dry in the heat of the day!

(yeah) Feel the release,

let the light fade away!

Phone camera captures the summer spin

cheap light reflecting off her chin

She smiles for the lens,

she plays the part

With pottery-class longing in her heart

Just cheap light on a front porch... (hmmmmm)