Back Porch at Forty

Verse 1 The sun goes down a little slower now, Or maybe I’ve just learned to watch. This old porch knows my secrets well, Every dream I won, every dream I lost. There’s a coffee cup beside my chair, A worn-out Bible, faded pages there. The wind still sings through these old pines, Like it did when I was twenty-nine. Verse 2 I thought by now there’d be a little noise, A screen door slam, a little girl’s voice. A baseball glove left in the yard, A woman laughing from the kitchen door. Instead it’s just the crickets now, And an old dog sleeping on the ground. Funny how a quiet life Can still be full of sound. Chorus I’m sitting on my back porch at forty, Watching another sunset fade. Thanking God for what He gave me… Learning to bless what slipped away. Some dreams grow old beside you. Some only visit for a while. But every dream that broke my heart Still taught this heart to smile. Verse 3 I’ve stopped counting what never came. Stopped trying to outrun yesterday. Turns out peace ain’t finding all the answers… It’s finally laying down the weight. If tomorrow looks just like today, I’ll still pour another cup. I’ll still find wonder in the morning, Because grace has been enough. Bridge Maybe somewhere down this road Love still knows my name. Maybe not… Either way, The sky still burns with colors I would’ve missed If I’d spent my whole life Looking somewhere else. Final Chorus I’m sitting on my back porch at forty, Watching another season change. The boy I was would call me lonely… The man I am just calls it grace. I never got the life I pictured. But I got a life that’s true. And if I had to live it over… I’d still stop right here, On this back porch at forty… To watch the sun go down. Outro The day’s gone quiet… And somehow… So has my heart. #countrymusic