Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm
or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer
or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages
and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets
until you hold my hand

I've been here so long
I think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
So let's pack our bags
and settle down where palm trees grow
And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times
I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks
of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets
until you hold my hand

Swing life away