Porch Light - Robert Cray

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