Light the light on the front porch
To be weathered and withering
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
To be in a season of the old me
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
Now that the lake's in place
Like in a season of the old me
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
I got no reason
Like in a season of the old me
I got no reason
And now it's on and now it's on
To be in a season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door
I wouldn't trade my place
It seems that I'm seasoned
Where the dead sea is to be
To be weathered and withering
Light the light on the front porch
And now it's on and now it's on
I wouldn't trade my place
And now it's on and now it's on
Bust the lock off the front door
Where the sea is to be
It seems to be that I'm seasoned
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
And now it's on and now it's on
