You are the only one

A cracked tennis ball rolled under the porch steps;

Faded green fuzz and a few old scuffs left;

Summer was golden, the air soft and warm;

We chased every shadow that drifted by the lawn;

You laughed like the day would never end;

Spinning that moment around again;

Under the porch where the echoes sting;

We lose our names in the heat of

One crackball and the sky so wide;

Holding the last of a younger time;

Under the porch, under the porch;

Where the memories grow;

We were as far, we were as far;

No one wanted to blow;

Now the screen door sighs and the afternoon breeze;

And the grass grows tall around our trees;

I see your steps where the dust had spun;

Like a game we swore would never be done;

You laugh like the day would never end;

Spinnin' that moment around again;

Under the porch where the echoes sting;

We lose our names in the heat of

One crackball and a sky so wide;

Holdin' the last of a younger time;

Under the board, under the board;

Where the memories grow;

We were smart, we were smart;

No one wanted to know;

Maybe the world moved faster than we did;

Maybe the light slipped through our fingers, kid;

But I still hear that summer sound;

A little lost treasure in the ground;

Under the porch where the echoes stay;

We lose our names in Tahita May;

One crackball and the sky's so wide;

Holding the last of a younger time;

Under the door, under the floor;

Hear the memories grow;

Three words far, three words far;

No one wanted to blow;

So if you pass that house someday;

Look for the past where the old boards lay;

A cracked little box that waits;

For the kids we were and the love we know;