Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?

Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?

Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first

Lets compare scars Il'l tell you whose is worse

Lets unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away

We get by just fine here on minimum wage

If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

I wont cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long I think that it's time to move

The winters so cold summers over too soon

Lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

And I've got some friends some that I hardly know

We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world

We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away

We get by just fine here on minimum wage

If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away

Swing life away

Swing life away

Swing life away