Story Behind the Song
No one writes tunes about the world around them anymore, and I wanted to do that. This whole song is pretty much trying to recreate a memory for me of back in the day when I sat on my porch for no reason, enjoyed the day, chatted with people that walked by, etc..
Lyrics
Sitting on the porch
Drowning in my bad habit, I
Converse with the man from down the street
As he moves on I see another man
On the other side, with a different plan
Walking with a totally different beat
Reach in my pocket, pull out a smoke
Put the butt in my mouth, light it up in hopes
Of finding some relaxation
But as the roommate?s car slowly rolls by
I put the butt out and slowly sigh
Thus ending my moment of meditation
An hour passes the phone rings
The man tells me of the things
That I must do while it?s still light
Hang up the phone and proceed to tell
My roommate, now on the porch as well
Of the bonfire happening that night
Observe with me, if you will
Days gone by, when the thrill
Was left to a quiet afternoon
As time goes by, all that?s left to me
Are pieces from a memory
That seems to fade far too soon
The road trip leads to the store
Where I?ve already been before
This morning, picking up some beer
Pay the lady, off we go
To a place, off of Domino
Boulevard, I think we?re here
Reflect with me, about days gone by
A hot summer night in July
Without a care in the world
When the only things I cared about
Were friends, smokes, Guinness Stout
And catching a look from a girl
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