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
Let's compare scars,
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's 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 till the end
I won't cross these streets
until you hold my hand
I've been here so long,
I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold,
summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down
where palm trees grow
I've got some friends,
some that I hardly know
But 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 till the end
I won't cross these streets
until you hold my hand...
until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars,
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's 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 till 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
