Theres a porch swing built for two

Swinging empty in the night

A place to wipe your shoes

And a single yellow light

Ive stood here a thousand times

By this mailbox with our names

And now that were on different sides

Nothing looks the same

On this side of the door

Theres a different point of view and

Now am not so sure i can walk away from you

All the reasons that i am are not good ones

Anymore things look different here

On this side of the door

Inches seem like miles and the minutes feel like days

Were so far a part but just one step away

I hope its not to late to try to work things out

Cause i can see all my mistakes from were im standing now

On this side of the door

Theres a different point of view and

Now am not so sure i can walk away from you

All the reasons that i am are not good ones

Anymore things look different here

On this side of the door

It sure feels cold out here

On this side of the door