Porch Songs Lyrics

Song	Porch Songs
Artist	Chris Pureka
Album	Driving North
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	作曲 : Pureka
	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

	zuo qu : Pureka
	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 woodsmoke
	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

	zuò qǔ : Pureka
	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 woodsmoke
	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

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