[Verse 1]
I need the heat of the sun, in my mind I am young
Sittin' on a porch swing singin' songs to you
We're back down south, you say "Boy watch your mouth" as it slips out a curse word or two
That old smack on a wooden frame
Cicadas on the wind and a sudden rain
What I'd give for another day
With you just a screen door away

[Verse 2]
I can smell what's cookin' inside
You're hummin' the chorus of some hymnal
Heaven's not far behind
Creakin' hinges to a house so packed full
There's moments in the windows and walls
There's no tellin' what I'd say
If you were just a phone call or a screen door away

[Verse 3]
I need the heat of the sun, I've grown so numb
Not havin' anyone to sing to
All the door around are 90 feet off the ground
And not one of them are see-through