Dust on the Porch Swing

There's dust on the porch swing, where we used to sit,

A crack in the wood, where your hand would fit.

The wind hums low, through the weeping pine,

And I swear it whispers your name, like it’s calling mine.

Oh, dust on the porch swing, it don't lie,

Like the fading streaks of an evening sky.

Memories linger, but time moves slow,

Dust settles, but my heart won’t let go.

The garden’s gone wild, the fence leans west,

The old dog sleeps where the sun feels best.

I trace the steps we carved in clay,

Each one a story, each one a day.

Oh, dust on the porch swing, it don't lie,

Like the fading streaks of an evening sky.

Memories linger, but time moves slow,

Dust settles, but my heart won’t let go.

A thunderstorm’s brewing, I smell the rain,

It washes the ground but not the pain.

If I could hold you, just one more time,

I'd trade the stars for a second of the shine.

Oh, dust on the porch swing, it don't lie,

Like the fading streaks of an evening sky.

Memories linger, but time moves slow,

Dust settles, but my heart won’t let go.