Porches

What in the hell ever happened to our shared warmth

It was the Fourth of July and the fireworks lit up the skyline onto a street

And you, my old friend, I was sitting right by on your porch

And the red against black penetrated the white of your skin like a reflective angel

And now you're welcomed to a world unknown

Trapped inside a dream that won't end while this world turns around us

Drove past your house for the millionth time this week

With the memorabilia of youth and the longing for answers

The struggle for truth

And I swear that I saw your old bicycle under the steps

Took that baby for miles and I'd follow