Verse 1: It’s been a while since I felt that breeze, Swaying oaks and buzzing bees. The city lights are a beautiful lie, But my heart longs for an open sky. Pre-Chorus: The road unwinds like an old guitar, Miles away, but it doesn’t feel far. Chorus: I’m going back to the porch where I belong, Where the nights are quiet, and the days are long. With a six-string strumming under the moon, Singing old songs, I’ll find my tune. Verse 2: The screen door creaks, it welcomes me, Like a faded photograph, memories set free. Grandma’s voice still whispers my name, In every shadow, in every flame. Pre-Chorus: The gravel road is my melody, Taking me home to the real me. Chorus: I’m going back to the porch where I belong, Where the nights are quiet, and the days are long. With a six-string strumming under the moon, Singing old songs, I’ll find my tune. Bridge: The stars don’t shine like this in town, Their stories lost in the urban sound. But here they twinkle, clear and true, Like the dreams I had when life was new. Chorus: I’m going back to the porch where I belong, Where the nights are quiet, and the days are long. With a six-string strumming under the moon, Singing old songs, I’ll find my tune. Outro: So here I sit, with a gentle breeze, No place I’d rather be. Back to the porch, my soul is free, This is home, eternally.