Porch Light Theory

[Verse 1]
The condensation on your Negroni draws a map of some coast, Ana.
It's nine o'clock on a Tuesday, and I'm staring at it like a ghost.
'Cause for a second the glass felt cold like the ache in my jaw
just before a summer storm hits back on the Ohio.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the sentence started forming in the low static of the room,
a dumb and dangerous idea cutting through the clatter and perfume.
My mouth went dry, I saw the exit sign, I saw your Civic parked outside,
I almost said it, Ana, God, I almost let the whole thing slide...

[Chorus]
It's just my porch light theory, babe.
The one where we just turn the car around.
It's just a crazy, quiet, maybe, babe.
Before we're too dug into this town.

[Verse 2]
You were talking 'bout the landlord, something wrong with the new lease.
And the silence I was building must have sounded like a kind of peace.
You said, "Did you hear what I said?" and I just shook my head no,
and tried to focus on the ice melting, slow.

[Bridge]
'Cause there's a pressure drop I know, the smell of damp soil and hot tar.
And that 4 a.m. freight train horn you hear from no matter where you are.

[Outro]
Yeah, just a theory...
Just a porch light, babe...