Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Porch Light , by - Robert Cray. Song from the album Heritage Of The Blues: Phone Booth, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 27.10.2003
Record label: Craft
Song language: English
Porch Light |
| Midnight |
| And her porchlight’s on |
| The signal |
| That her man is gone |
| She’ll open her back door wide |
| I’ll slip down the alley, then slip inside |
| She’s waiting |
| Just inside the door |
| In perfume |
| Probably nothing more |
| She’ll greet me with her arms spread wide |
| Hit by the darkness, we’ll fly, fly, fly |
| Standing here |
| I feel just like a criminal |
| Returning to the seen of the crime |
| Every time that we steal these loving hours |
| We promise that it will be the last time |
| Sneak out |
| Just before the dawn |
| Knowing that we’ve done her man wrong |
| He’s out working while we’re at plays |
| And my conscious hounds me |
| The whole long day |
| Mmmmm |
| Sun down |
| My blood starts to stir |
| All my thoughts go back to her |
| At midnight my guilt will ease |
| And I’ll be watching her porchlight |
| Begging baby, please, please, please |
| Standing here |
| I feel just like a criminal |
| Returning to the seen of the crime, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| And every time that we steal these loving hours |
| When we’re stealing, when we’re stealing it |
| We promise that it will be the last time, yeah |