Porch

What the **** is this world

Running to, you didn't

Leave a message, at least I

Coulda' learned your voice one last time

Daily minefield, this could

Be my time, 'bout you?

Would you hit me, would you hit me?

Oh oh oh...oh whoa whoa...ow...

All the bills go by, and

Initiatives are taken up

By the middle, there ain't gonna be any middle any more

And the cross I'm bearing home

Ain't indicative of my place

Left the porch, left the porch

Oh oh oh...

Hear my name, take a good look

This could be the day

Hold my hand, walk beside me

I just need to say...

Hear my name, take a good look

This could be the day

Hold my hand, lie beside me

I just need to say

I could not take a-just one day

I know, when I would not ever touch you

Hold you...feel you...ever hold...never again...

Yeah...