Porch Light On: Country Love Song

The county road bends past the feed store sign,

Past the ball field fence and the water tower line.

I’ve been gone long enough to know what I miss:

Your Sunday-blue curtains, your goodnight kiss.

And there above the steps, like a promise in the dark,

You leave that little lamp burning, right where you are.

You leave the porch light on for me,

A steady little flame through the cottonwood trees.

No matter how far this old truck may roam,

It tells my tired heart where it belongs.

When the whole wide world feels miles from right,

I find my way back by your porch light.

Your boots by the door and your coffee cup,

A note on the table: “I saved supper up.”

You ask how the miles were; I say, “They were long.”

You smile like you knew all along I’d come home.

And there above the steps, keeping watch on the yard,

That little lamp says loving me ain’t hard.

You leave the porch light on for me,

A steady little flame through the cottonwood trees.

No matter how far this old truck may roam,

It tells my tired heart where it belongs.

When the whole wide world feels miles from right,

I find my way back by your porch light.

Someday these tires won’t carry me away,

I’ll trade those long roads for the garden gate.

But till then, when the evening settles in,

Keep that light burning—I’ll come home again.

You leave the porch light on for me,

A steady little flame through the cottonwood trees.

No matter how far this old truck may roam,

It tells my tired heart where it belongs.

You’re the welcome waiting at the end of the night,

And I’ll keep coming home to your porch light.

Your porch light on, your hand in mine,

The road can wait till morning time.