We sang porch songs like we were rock stars

We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last

Then it was back in the car

The coast to the cornfields

Maybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselves

Rest stop coffee yeah postcards back home

Back seat scenes of strange towns

Keep driving on driving on

In the middle of the night we took a wrong turn

Ended up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earth

Oh the scattered light a photograph in mind

Of a summer day squinting at the sun

It's a warm stone that I carry along

You know I you know that I

I've been saving quarters for the toll roads

We can pack the car tonight we can leave town tomorrow

Put me on a porch swing out in Portland

Put me on an F train roll me back into Brooklyn

Well we closed the bars like we were cowboys

And then we wrote our names in the dirt

By the side of the road

And October came and the winter drew near

With the cold fingers digging in under the ribs

But we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leaves

And we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of wood-smoke

Oh the scattered light a photograph in mind

Of a summer day squinting at the sun

It's a warm stone that I carry along

You know I you know that I

I've been saving quarters for the toll roads

We can pack the car tonight we can leave town tomorrow

Put me on a porch swing out in Portland

Put me on an F train roll me back into Brooklyn

We sang porch songs like we were rock stars

We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last