Porch Fire
Words and Music by Charlie Young
I used to wanna know whats all still unknown
but now I’m content with knowing my own soul
There’s a lightness to the load
a soft wind and steady blow
and the coldest spring
takes me back to
your porch fire again
I bet you won’t forget the gum in the shower
or ol’ Elon scrubbing magic marker for hours
I’m sure you stuffed that child dog-pile down inside
where the sweetest Truths and “Amens” run to hide
and the coldest spring
takes me back to
your porch fire again
I used to grin and smile at the magic
kept silent, thinking “yeah, that’s it – she has it”
Cuz who would ever run from whats True?
Not the brave ones, the bold ones, the good ones – Me and You
And the coldest spring
takes me back to
your porch fire again
I used to dream of seeing you each day
a passing-by, a “Was that?!” or a wave
I made myself one morning, and now I know
that this is how an atomic bomb explodes
and the coldest spring
takes me back to
your porch fire again
I used to wanna empath your pain & your touch
and when I held it, I fell down: “Lord, too much”
I saw it all, and felt it – I was there
in kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, floor, and Chair
And the coldest spring
takes me back to
your porch fire again
I used to let my ego run the show
heavens highest slaying dark demons down below
with pride and power – care free –
so they grabbed me by the throat.
And now I feel a love for every soul
as this coldest spring
takes me back to
your porch fire again.
© Charlie Young, 2021. All Rights Reserved.
