Sunday Porch Light
She kept a little photograph Inside a wooden drawer
Of all the things they used to be
And all they weren't anymore
They'd chase the sun through fields of green
And talk until the stars
She never thought a day would come
When they'd be worlds apart
But the seasons have their reasons
And the rivers find the sea
And sometimes loving someone means
Letting them be
free
When the batteries run out And the pictures fade to grey
When the little things we counted on
Start slipping away
I'll keep you in the sunlight I'll keep you in the sound
And though I can't keep you forever
I'll remember you somehow
When the batteries run out
She packed away the afternoons The secrets and the games
The silly little inside jokes That never had a name
And though she wished that time would stop
And hold them where they stood
She knew that some goodbyes are hard Because the memories were good
And the flowers lose their petals
But the roots remain below
And just because a thing has ended Doesn't mean it didn't grow
When the batteries run out And the pictures fade to grey
When the little things we counted on
Start slipping away
I'll keep you in the sunlight I'll keep you in the sound
And though I can't keep you forever I'll remember you somehow When
the batteries run out
And maybe somewhere down the road
On some ordinary day
I'll hear a song we used to know
And smile along the way
For we were never meant to hold
The whole world in our hands
Some things are beautiful because They weren't made to last
When the batteries run out
There's still a little light
There's still a thousand memories That time can't take away tonight
So I'll leave the window open Let the butterflies fly south
And though I'll miss you every morning
I can live without a doubt
That you were here That we were real
That we had something good And if I had another chance
I'd do it all again
Even knowing how it ends.
So here's to all the photographs And all the things we found
Some stories never really end
When the batteries run out.