Lyrics

I'm sittin' on this big city porch swing, a million miles away from home
And my mind starts to wander, to a place I used to roam
Where the morning air was crisp and cold, a fire cracklin' in the grate
Choppin' wood for the stove, from the first light, wasn't ever late
'Cause back home, everyone drives a boat, not a car
Through the misty morning fog, guided by a single star
Cabins dot the shoreline, in every little bay
And at night, we'd all be out there, to end another perfect day
With the family all together, cruisin' the harbor slow
Yeah, those were the good times, I wish they'd never go
I can feel the worn-out baseball bat, against my calloused hands
Playin' catch with my cousins, on those old forgotten lands
We'd swing and laugh and argue, 'til the sun began to fade
Every hit was for the win, a memory we made
And then it was time for the boat ride, the engine's gentle hum
Watchin' the lights of the cabins, from where we'd all come from
'Cause back home, everyone drives a boat, not a car
Through the misty morning fog, guided by a single star
Cabins dot the shoreline, in every little bay
And at night, we'd all be out there, to end another perfect day
With the family all together, cruisin' the harbor slow
Yeah, those were the good times, I wish they'd never go
Yeah, I wish it would never end, that feeling in my heart
That little piece of home, that's never torn apart
Someday I'm goin' back there, to the place I know so well
Back to the boats and cabins, where the best stories dwell