Sitting on my porch again And somethings in my head Thinking of the innocence Of everything you said You said the summers come again To hold us in its hands And warm us of our bitterness From dawn to 9PM Oh when their words strike like stones to our bones, I will be with you my dear And when the world knocks us down to the ground, I will be with you my dear And I know you see the light in me Cause you ask me how I've been I always loved the courtesy You know to ask again You watch me sigh and hang my head My darling, I've been cold You tell me something good instead And the colors turn to gold