Story Behind The Song

Ghosts hanging around in the house and still feeling their spirit.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There's dust on the vinyl and cracks in the paint,
And time's been a thief in the quietest way.
Got letters in shoeboxes under my bed,
Some things I keep, though they're better left dead.

The wind knows your footsteps, it taps on the screens,
Like it's knocking to ask if we're still seventeen.
I sit on this porch where we carved out our names,
And watch the same sky, but it don't look the same.

[Pre-Chorus]
I keep telling myself I should let it all go,
But the past has a way of walkin' home slow.

[Chorus]
There's front porch ghosts in the swing by the door,
Laughing like they did back in '04.
They haunt these boards like they know I'll stay,
Tracing every memory I can't throw away.
And I try, Lord knows I try the most,
But I still live with front porch ghosts.

[Verse 2]
Your sweater still hangs on the back of a chair,
I don't wear it, but I can't pretend it's not there.
I cut down the hedges your mother once trimmed,
But the yard still remembers the shape we were in.

I drive past the school and the rusted-out sign,
The one where we promised we'd get out in time.
Funny how growing up don't mean you grow free,
Sometimes the smallest towns keep the biggest piece of me.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I walk past your street just to feel something real,
But the quiet hits harder than anything will.

[Chorus]
There's front porch ghosts in the swing by the door,
Laughing like they did back in '04.
They haunt these boards like they know I'll stay,
Tracing every memory I can't throw away.
And I try, Lord knows I try the most,
But I still live with front porch ghosts.

[Bridge] (soft, reflective)
Maybe love never leaves -- it just settles in the walls,
In the screen door scratches and the late-night calls.
If these bones were a house, you'd live in every room,
Some things stay forever -- even when you do.

[Final Chorus] (bigger harmonies + emotional lift)
There's front porch ghosts in the swing by the door,
Laughing like they did back in '04.
I hear your voice when the wind starts to blow,
Saying "some things stay with you wherever you go."
And I try, oh God, I try the most...
But I still live...
With front porch ghosts.