Porch Light

listen to porch light by noah kahan

The space outside my bubble

A quiet transition through the heavy door

Blows cold air as the tree sways

Chilling the warmth from the house

My steps are a rhythm of how my body moves

The gray asphalt in the middle of the trees

Streetlights that shine a soft yellow to show the way

My home has been my whole life

Where the porchlight shines at night

I can see it from a distance

I notice the different houses

The difference in the front yard

Walking around the quiet neighborhood

Hearing the echoes of children who once played here

As I walk around the roundabout

I see the birds fly through the air

The neighborhood once lively

Has become quiet

Mundane

A ghost town, where I happen to live

Beyond the glass, shadows shift in flickering yellow light,

Silent witnesses to a world that doesn’t exist

Front yards show the personalities of people

The ones I call my neighbors