Porch Light Lyrics - Heritage Of The Blues: Phone Booth - Robert Cray

Midnight 

And her porchlight's on 

The signal 

That her man is gone 

She'll open her back door wide 

I'll slip down the alley, then slip inside 

She's waiting 

Just inside the door 

In perfume 

Probably nothing more 

She'll greet me with her arms spread wide 

Hit by the darkness, we'll fly, fly, fly 

Standing here 

I feel just like a criminal 

Returning to the seen of the crime 

Every time that we steal these loving hours 

We promise that it will be the last time 

Sneak out 

Just before the dawn 

Knowing that we've done her man wrong 

He's out working while we're at plays 

And my conscious hounds me 

The whole long day 

Mmm 

Sun down 

My blood starts to stir 

All my thoughts go back to her 

At midnight my guilt will ease 

And I'll be watching her porch-light 

Begging please, please, please 

Standing here 

I feel just like a criminal 

Returning to the seen of the crime, yeah, yeah, yeah 

And every time that we steal these loving hours 

When we're stealing, when we're stealing it 

We promise that it will be the last time, yeah