The Swing Still Knows

I left my shoes by the gravel road

Walked up the steps to the heavy oak door

There's a box in my hands of old photographs That I don't

want to hide anymore And the fireflies

are starting to glow

I hear her voice in the evening

breeze

Saying 'child, you will wander

but you will return'

And right on cue on the weathered pine floor Is the simplest

lesson I'd learn (ohhh)

Because the porch swing still knows my name

Moving in the wind just the same

Keeping the rhythm of a warm July night Underneath the silver porch

light (yeah)

We used to sit here and watch the stars fade

With glass jars of light we had made

She said 'no matter how far you might roam

This wooden seat will carry you home'

And the porch swing still knows my name

Moving in the wind just the same

Keeping the rhythm of a warm July night Underneath the silver porch

light

I'm finally home (hummmm)