Rosa - Milk Crates lyrics

It's about 40 miles, but I think these skinny tires are big enough to make me big enough. And that's where I want to go. Where do you wanna go? I memorized your telephone number. Meet me on the back porch. I know the perfect place to go where we can both feel at home. And it's so hard to feel at home sometimes. The sky's electric tonight and I'm afraid if I turn around it'll lose its charge. Just keep pointing up at the sky. Believe me, it means so much that I got this far. Well I guess something about milk crates, when you stand on them you feel 10 feet tall and I can almost see your house, so keep your front porch light on. So keep your front porch light on.