We sang porch songs like we were rock starsnWe drank cheap beer and tried to make it lastnThen it was back in the carnThe coast to the cornfieldsnMaybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselvesnnRest stop coffee, yeah postcards back homenBack seat scenes of strange townsnKeep driving on, driving onnIn the middle of the night, we took a wrong turnnEnded up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earthnnOh the scattered light, a photograph in mindnOf a summer day, squinting at the sunnIt's a warm stone, that I carry alongnYou know I, you know that InI've been saving quarters, for the toll roadsnWe can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrownPut me on a porch swing out in PortlandnPut me on an F train, roll me back into BrooklynnWell we closed the bars, like we were cowboysnAnd then we wrote our names in the dirt by the side of the roadnAnd October came and the winter drew nearnWith the cold fingers digging in under the ribsnBut we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leavesnAnd we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of wood-smokennOh the scattered light, a photograph in mindnOf a summer day, squinting at the sunnIt's a warm stone, that I carry alongnYou know I, you know that InI've been saving quarters, for the toll roadsnWe can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrownPut me on a porch swing out in PortlandnPut me on an F train, roll me back into BrooklynnnWe sang porch songs like we were rock starsnWe drank cheap beer and tried to make it last nn