Decatur, GA (v2 — template) · Track 23 · closer
Sweet Dreams Decatur: Porch Light Glows
A peaceful goodnight to Decatur, envisioning the quiet glow of porch lights and the enduring sense of community that makes the city feel like home.
Lyrics
[Intro] The sun is a memory. Just a final, violet stain in the west. And then... the first one comes on. [Verse 1] A little glass house on the brickwork. Yellow spilling down the tapered columns of a Craftsman porch. It paints the rocking chair, still warm from the day. It touches the top step, the damp lawn, the edge of the sidewalk. A silent invitation. A period at the end of a long sentence. This day is done. We are home. [Chorus] And one by one, the lights answer back. A constellation drawn on the ground. From house to house, a quiet promise passed down the street. Sweet dreams, Decatur. Your porch light glows. Sweet dreams, Decatur. I'm safe, I know. [Verse 2] The Tudors stand guard with their single, sturdy lanterns. Recessed in stone, a tougher, older kind of welcome. The cicadas are tuning their thousand tiny strings. That's the 9:15 freight, heading for the coast. The air is thick, you can wear it like a blanket. Smells of jasmine and cooling asphalt. [Chorus] And one by one, the lights answer back. A constellation drawn on the ground. From house to house, a quiet promise passed down the street. Sweet dreams, Decatur. Your porch light glows. Sweet dreams, Decatur. I'm safe, I know. [Bridge] And under our feet, the great divide. This little ridge of a town, sending water to the ocean, and to the Gulf. This simple light... shining on a place of quiet choosing. This is our signal. No matter where the rain decides to run. We are here. Still. Together. [Outro] The last car turns the corner. The laughter from the pub on the square has gone to bed. Just the breathing of the trees. And the light. My light. Your light. Goodnight.