The porch light years

Lyrics

The Porch Light years Verse 1 I was raised on roads that never had a name, Chasing storms and carrying more than I could claim. Learned young that life can turn a heart to stone, When you’re fighting every battle on your own. There were nights I watched the world through broken dreams, Trying to build a river from a dried-up stream. Every scar became a map beneath my skin, Showing all the places that I’ve been. Chorus But I’m not looking back the way I used to do, The dust has settled down, the sky is finally blue. I’ve run enough for ten men, paid every kind of due, Now I’m learning what a quiet life can do. Just me, my old horse standing by the gate, One lazy cow chewing grass and taking her time with fate. From the porch of my house as the daylight fades away, I don’t need much more than this at the end of the day. Verse 2 I crossed oceans carrying hope inside my hands, Built a life one brick at a time on borrowed land. Made mistakes, lost sleep, won a few hard fights, Kept moving forward through the longest nights. I’ve seen money come and go like summer rain, Learned success and worry often ride the same train. And every mile taught me something I should know: The things that matter most are never things you own. Chorus So I’m not looking back the way I used to do, The dust has settled down, the sky is finally blue. I’ve run enough for ten men, paid every kind of due, Now I’m learning what a quiet life can do. Just me, my old horse standing by the gate, One lazy cow chewing grass and taking her time with fate. From the porch of my house as the daylight fades away, I don’t need much more than this at the end of the day. Bridge Maybe the future ain’t a city full of lights, Maybe it’s peace that arrives one sunset at a time. No more racing clocks, no more proving who I am, Just the wind across the pasture and the Lord’s steady hand. Final Chorus Now I’m looking forward more than looking behind, Leaving all the heavy years where they belong in time. The road gave me its lessons, and I finally understand, A rich man isn’t measured by the money that he has. Just me, my old horse standing by the gate, One quiet cow in the field, and that’s enough these days. From the porch of my house with the evening rolling in, I’ve made peace with where I’ve been. And when tomorrow comes, I’ll greet it nice and slow, With a cup of coffee warming my hands against the cold. No crowds, no noise, no place I need to go— Just watching that cow eat grass… And thanking God I made it home.