Polaroids in My Pocket

I found a box on the top shelf dusted in gold

Polaroids fading, the corners curled and cold

There we were on the porch in the summer light

Laughing like we owned that whole blue night

The first kiss was written in a crooked grin

Mine was a shy little spark I still keep within

We traced our names on the window with our breath

Swore nothing like this could ever forget

Oh, I can feel it coming back to me now

Under the street lamps, beyond the last house

Fast wrenches

First love's the stories we make

In the small-town glow that the years couldn't take

And every old snapshot still opens the door

To the kids we were and the dreams on the floor

Oh, I'm home again and the memories play

In that tender light of a phone

Wayday

Friday nights ruled like a radio tune

We drove too slow with the windows down in June

The diner was bright, the mall was asleep

And all of our secrets were ours to keep

Oh, I can feel it coming back to me now

Under the street lamps, beyond the last house

First friendships, first loves, the stories we made

Oh, the small town glow that the years couldn't take

And every old snapshot still opens the door

To the kids we were and the dreams on the floor

Oh, I'm home again when the memories play

In that tender light of a faraway day

If I close my eyes, I can hear you laugh

A little broken moment becomes a past

Back to the way that we talked all night

Back to the fireflies and the soft porch light

Oh, I can feel it coming back to me now

Under the streetlamps, beyond the last house

First friendships, first loves, the stories we made

On the small town globe

That the years didn't take

And every old snapshot still opens the door

To the kiss we were and the dreams on the floor

Oh, I'm home again when the memories play

In that tender light of a faraway day