Big White Porch
I'm riding in a lazy hearse
Snaking my way through the town
From the morgue to the home to the church
And into the ground
I know you
Impatient at the light
You gotta get on with your life
Well, I'm getting on with mine
I'm going to sit on a big white porch
Playing guitar all afternoon long
Sipping lemonade and whiskey
And I know how to play every song ever sung
I'm on my back
In this velvet-lined bed
I've got a hole in my gut
And a song in my head
I'm not really here
We have nothing to fear
I've had a glimpse of the other side
And it's loaded with time
I'm going to sit on a big white porch
Playing guitar all afternoon long
Sipping lemonade and whiskey
And I know how to play every song ever sung
