Lyrics

No boots on the front porch
No sighs in the kitchen
cars keys on the counter
make no sound
This old house sits waiting
But nobody comes around

Some photos, worn and faded
haven’t been looked at all that much
Loose change in a mason jar
won’t add up to very much
There’s a truck coming tomorrow
You can set ‘em by the door

Every day, just trying to keep our heads above water
Every night, we light a fuse that always burns out too soon
all I wanted to do
was be the one to write your name upon the moon

in the top drawer of his dresser
There’s a book of erotic poems
three seashells, a smooth black rock
a postcard from Barcelona
They say that he kept to himself
and never went far from his home

Every day, we’re trying to keep our heads above water
And every night we light a fuse that always burns out too soon
all I wanted to do
was be the one to write your name upon the moon