(spoken, off-mic, half-heard) "—no, take Pinecrest, it's faster—" "It is not faster—" "…she's out again." Yeah. She's always out. One in the morning, gear in the back, Ears still ringing from a forty-buck set, Same left turn, same busted road, Same yellow porch on the way back home. She's got a cigarette going, she's got her back to the door, Same chair, same corner, same as before, Two years running and I've never seen her stand — Just a shape and a spark and a hand. And the light's on inside And the TV's blue and low — There's a woman on the porch on Pinecrest And she never goes in, She just sits there smokin' in the dark Like she's waiting on somethin'. Somebody left the lights on, Somebody's home — But there's a woman on the porch on Pinecrest And she's out there alone. Howard says she's locked out, been locked out for years, Adam says she's dead and just hasn't heard, Kev says "she's a person, man, leave it alone" — Yeah, well, Kev's no fun in a song. I say she's waiting on a guy who ain't coming, I say there's a suitcase behind that screen, I say she counts the cars going by out there 'Cause it's better than whatever's in that house— And the light's on inside And nobody's callin' her home— There's a woman on the porch on Pinecrest And she never goes in, She just sits there smokin' in the dark Like she's waiting on somethin'. Somebody left the lights on, Somebody's home — But there's a woman on the porch on Pinecrest And she's out there alone. Nobody else even looks. They talk about the setlist, they talk about the amp, They got their phones out, they got somewhere to be — I'm the only one in this van Who ever waved at her. She never waved back. Kev said somethin' last week and I ain't shook it since. He said — what if she ain't waitin' on nobody. What if somebody's home. There's a woman on the porch on Pinecrest And she never goes in, Eight feet of floorboard and a screen door Between her and everything. Somebody left the lights on, Somebody's home — But there's a woman on the porch on Pinecrest and nobody's goin' out there. Same left turn. Same yellow porch. Same shape and a spark and a hand.
