Back Porch Blues

Woke up this mornin’ with the rain in my head,

Poured two cups of coffee, but you ain’t in my bed.

That old back door’s still swingin’ slow,

Like it’s waitin’ on you, but you already let go.

Shoes by the front, your perfume on the air,

But the silence in this room don’t fight fair.

Ain’t no sunshine in these kitchen tiles,

Just echoes and shadows and used-to-be smiles.

I got the back porch blues, can’t shake these shoes,

Every step I take just reminds me of you.

Your memory’s hummin’ like an out-of-tune song,

You’re gone, baby, but the hurt plays on.

Yeah, I got the back porch blues… all night long.

Tried to find your number in a bottle of red,

But the wine just laughed and shook its head.

Played your song on that old jukebox,

But it skipped the part where you came back to talk.

If heartache paid rent, I’d own this town,

But instead, I’m just the fool who’s hangin’ around.

Waitin’ on a ghost in a worn-out chair,

Singin’ to a breeze that ain’t ever there.

I got the back porch blues, singin’ ’bout you,

Every note I play just cuts me in two.

Still searchin’ the wind for your perfume, darlin’,

But it’s just me and this ol’ moonlight callin’.

Yeah, I got the back porch blues… and they won’t stop fallin’