(Yeah...)

That screen door’s hanging by a rusted nail,
Your old chair’s still there, worn thin and pale.
These porch boards know the weight we used to share,
Watching daylight fade without a care.

The quiet hits hard, won’t let me stay,
So I head downtown just to get out of the way.

And the world slows down when the fiddle starts to cry,
I don’t come here lonely, just to feel something alive.
From the gravel outside to the shine on the floor,
I watch folks dance like we did before.
Yeah, the night finds a rhythm, steady and low,
I stay for the song… then I’m ready to go.

Same old room, same heartbeat in the air,
Couples spinning like I’m not even there.
Boots on the wood, hands held tight,
They don’t know they’re borrowing our night.

I stand in the back, let the memory move,
Didn’t come to be seen, just to feel the groove.

And the world slows down when the fiddle starts to cry,
I don’t come here lonely, just to feel something alive.
From the gravel outside to the shine on the floor,
I watch folks dance like we did before.
Yeah, the night finds a rhythm, steady and low,
I stay for the song… then I’m ready to go.

Walking back home under a quiet moon,
The music still hums, but it fades too soon.
The house is still, but it don’t feel wrong,
Like the silence knew I’d be back all along.

Some nights you run, some nights you stay,
Tonight I remembered… then walked away.

Just one song…
One memory…
Then I go home.