On the porch today
Don't you want to say I need to leave you
Be gone, right away
But on the porch today
You stand and start to sway, and there's no truth told
Words start to decay
What a day, for our luck
In a well lit room
Sing the songs that I a**ume you think are right
Out of the blue
But in a well lit room
We see the plea of make believe, don't think we
Will not ridicule
What a day, for our luck
What a day, end is rough… is rough
Every day, we live our lives (out of time)
Every day, give our best try (out of time)