Porch Swing & Lonesome Road
I’d sit on the porch, watch the fireflies flicker, Read every line of a story‑book picture. Cinderella’s glass shoe, my heart in a swing, Thought love was a rodeo with a perfect ring. I used to believe in happy endings, And every Cinderella found her prince. We swore on a bottle of bourbon and sunrise, That forever was more than a whisper in sighs. Those love‑song promises, sung soft on a porch swing, Now sound like a rusted chain that’s started to sing. I used to believe in true love, And true love always lasted forever. Pre‑Chorus The wind in the pines turned cold at midnight, A shadow slipped through the crack of the light. The pixie dust settled on an old broken fence, And the magic I chased just didn’t make sense. Chorus Oh, how foolish I was then, but now I see— The night’s not a storybook, it’s a busted marquee. I used to believe in fairy tales, And I could fly on the wings of a pixie. Now the only thing that lifts me up, love, Is the steel‑string howl of a lonesome truck. Verse 3 Your smile was a lantern, your touch a warm flame, But the road we were riding just never stayed the same. The horse that we rode turned its back on our trail, And the kingdom we built became more of a hell. I used to believe in you and me, Now the castle’s a ruin, the crown’s just debris. Bridge Under a blood‑red moon I hear the old fiddle wail, A reminder that every good story can fail. The ghosts of the past wear their tattered gowns, And the only truth left is this: love’s a lonely town. So I’ll tip my hat to the myths that I sold, Raise a glass to the lies that I told. Final Chorus Oh, how foolish I was then, but now I see— The fairy dust’s gone, the pages are bleached. I used to believe in happy endings, And every Cinderella found her prince. Now I’m riding alone, with the night as my friend, The only forever is the road that won’t end.
