[Verse 1] That back porch light’s still burnin’ low, A beacon for the ones who know, The way back home through fields of rye, Underneath a Tennessee sky. [Chorus] Oh, come on in, the door’s unlocked, Leave your troubles at the gravel walk. We’ll sit and talk till the morning's bright, By the glow of the back porch light. [Verse 2] The screen door creaks, the night air hums, Fireflies dance where the river runs. A whippoorwill calls soft and clear, It feels like love is gatherin’ here. [Prechorus] No need for words, no need for plans, Just hold this moment in your hands. [Chorus] Oh, come on in, the door’s unlocked, Leave your troubles at the gravel walk. We’ll sit and talk till the morning's bright, By the glow of the back porch light. [Bridge] Years may pass, and time may fade, But that little light, it’s always stayed. A quiet promise, a steady flame, Calling us back, whisperin’ our names.
