[Intro] [Hook] Porch lights, porch lights, blinkin' like a runway, Georgia summer, country stars, floatin' through the Milky Way. [Verse 1] Ninety-four degrees at ten o'clock, cicadas turned up to ten, porch light got a bug collection, mosquitoes and they friends, I'm in a lawn chair leanin' back, my feet up on the Igloo, Big Mama's tea so sweet it make your fillings wiggle loose, Caprice in the driveway sittin' pretty on the Vogues, clean, kudzu creepin' up the poles, eatin' everything that's green, we just left the Waffle House — scattered, smothered, covered — now the whole block posted on the porch like we ain't got no other, MARTA rumblin' in the distance, train horn hollerin' at the night, Stone Mountain shootin' lasers, colors way out of sight, ain't no club tonight, ain't no line, ain't no list, just the porch and the planets and a breeze we almost missed, screen door slap like a snare drum every time somebody pass, and the moon so close tonight, I can see it in my glass, East Point, sweet tea, cicadas on the beat — I ain't leavin' this porch. The whole world can come to me. [Hook] Porch lights, porch lights, blinkin' like a runway, Georgia summer, country stars, floatin' through the Milky Way. [Verse 2] Now me, I'm on the hood of the Caprice like it's a launchpad, countin' satellites and namin' 'em after every cousin we had, there go Tasha, there go Marcus, there go Junebug blinkin' slow, there go somethin' that ain't a satellite, and I don't wanna know, the kudzu's movin' when you don't look — I swear it took a mailbox, it's an alien invasion, and it's winnin' it in tube socks, cicadas got a frequency, they talkin' to the stars, Big Mama say it's just the heat, I say it's Mars, country boy from the planet Decatur with red clay on my shoes, I got one foot in the cosmos and the other in the blues, I'm a Sunday-school astronaut, a deacon of deep space, grits in orbit, sweet tea on the moon, I'm savin' Big Mama a place, porch light blinkin' like a runway, tellin' me I'm cleared to land, so I come back down to the lawn chair with a Popsicle in my hand, and the cicadas keep on hummin', and the sky keep on spinnin', and the night just started, baby — and it ain't stopped beginnin'. [Harmonica Breakdown] [Hook] Porch lights, porch lights, blinkin' like a runway, Georgia summer, country stars, floatin' through the Milky Way. [Outro]
