Old Fourth Ward, Atlanta · Track 14 · middle
Porch Light Glow: Evening's Embrace
A warm celebration of the enduring tradition of porch-sitting, a slow rhythm of community connection as day turns to night.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] The brick sidewalk breathes out the heat of June. The sun is gone, but the sky holds onto the blue. Down from 501 Auburn, the air begins to shift. A gift. All the day's hurry, finally set adrift. The smell of supper through a window screen. Jasmine, just starting to make a scene. [Chorus] And then the click. The filament wakes. A yellow bloom for goodness sakes. It pushes back the coming dark. Leaves its warm and steady mark. This is the rhythm, soft and slow. The porch light glow. [Verse 2] A screen door slaps shut, a familiar beat. Ice cubes clink in a glass of sweet tea. Mrs. Williams calls from two doors down, 'Y'all alright?' Just enjoying the night. A rocking chair finds its gentle creak. The news of the week. Stories told that only neighbors speak. [Chorus] And oh, that click. The filament wakes. A yellow bloom for all our sakes. It pushes back the coming dark. Leaves its warm and steady mark. This is the rhythm, soft and slow. The porch light glow. [Bridge] Before the BeltLine, before the hurried pace. This was the network, this open space. A quiet promise in the hazy air. That someone's home, that someone's there. Watching the first few stars appear. Letting go of the day's long fear. [Outro] The murmur of a story, trailing off. A soft little cough. The world gets quiet. The world gets small. Just a circle of light against the fall... of night. ...the glow.