Magnolia Switch

[Verse 1]
Mrs. Gable on her Edgewood porch swing
Watched a can of Benjamin Moore, 'Hothouse Peony'.
Tuesday, 9 AM, the week his truck left for good,
Smell of the lacquer cutting through the humid neighborhood.

[Chorus]
That's the magnolia switch,
a new kind of sweet in the air.
That ain't sorrow, baby, that's the sound of a dare.

[Verse 2]
Used to be his sad guitar through the window screens,
Now it’s Nina Simone, plaiting new routines.
She heard him yell once, through the wall so thin,
"You're just weavin' old ghosts! Where do I fit in?"

[Chorus]
That's the magnolia switch,
a new kind of sweet in the air.
That ain't sorrow, baby, that's the sound of a dare.

[Bridge]
Last night, just a porch light and the cicada's drone,
Watched her braid her own hair, sitting there all alone.

[Chorus]
Oh, that's the magnolia switch,
a new kind of heat in the air.
That ain't sorrow, honey, that's the sound of a prayer.

[Outro]
That new pink door just drinks the morning light.
Yeah, it drinks the damn light.