Empty Porch Swing

Old rusted pick-up, sittin' by the gate,

Memory of a life that's driftin' much too late,

Coffee's gone cold, mornin' turns to day,

But I can't help this heartache, can't make it go away.

Faded family photos, lined up on the wall,

Silence in this house where we used to laugh and call,

Your boots by the door, where you used to stand,

Now I'm just a shadow in this lonesome land.

Cause the empty porch swing's swayin' in the breeze,

Your ghost it whispers, brings me to my knees,

Every creak and groan, remind me you ain't here,

In this lonely heartache, you're still near.

The old dog’s howlin', at the break of dawn,

Moonlight through the curtains, but your light is gone,

An old tune playin', on the radio dial,

Nothin' heals the pain, not a single mile.

Fields lie barren, where our love once grew,

Pourin' whiskey from a bottle, seein' nothin' new,

Reflections in the mirror, just ain’t the same,

Since the night you left, ain't but constant rain.

Cause the empty porch swing's swayin' in the breeze,

Your ghost it whispers, brings me to my knees,

Every creak and groan, remind me you ain't here,

In this lonely heartache, you're still near.