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 will show you mine if you show me yours first
Lets compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Lets 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 been here so long I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Lets 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
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away