Porch Light Burning

Coffee gone cold on the counter

Two chairs, one plate, one ring

Your sweater still hangs on the back door hook

Like it’s waiting on you to sing

Dog’s still asleep by your bedroom

Dreaming you’ll walk him at five

I water your flowers the way you showed me

Just to feel you alive

There’s a tear in this house

But the porch light’s burning

Yeah, the grief runs deep

But the love keeps turning

Every picture on the wall

Is a hurt and a healing

It cuts like goodbye

But it holds like a feeling

There’s a tear in this house

And a warmth in the grieving

Your mama still calls on Sunday

Leaves prayers on my old machine

I play ’em back when the nights get heavy

Her hope stitching up my seams

I talk to your side of the pillow

Tell you ’bout my small, tired days

Then I wake up wrapped in our quilt you made

And I swear I hear you say

There’s a tear in this house

But the porch light’s burning

Yeah, the grief runs deep

But the love keeps turning

Every picture on the wall

Is a hurt and a healing

It cuts like goodbye

But it holds like a feeling

There’s a tear in this house

And a warmth in the grieving

I ain’t ever gonna lose you

You’re in the creak of these old floorboards

In the laugh of our little girl

Chasing fireflies out the back door (oh yeah)

There’s a tear in this house

But the porch light’s burning

Yeah, the grief runs deep

But the love keeps turning

Every sunrise through that glass

Feels like you still believing

It breaks me in half

But it keeps me breathing

There’s a tear in this house

And a warmth in the grieving