Rain taps the roof like fare coins dropped
Ink bleeds blue on fiber crop
Thirty years I've drove this town
This porch still holds your hand-me-down
Letter soaked in midnight rain
Waiting on the porch again
Taxi meter stops its spin
Home is where the light comes in
Meter clicks a steady rhyme
Storm writes verses over time
Every street knows my old name
This porch recalls the very same
Letter soaked in midnight rain
Waiting on the porch again
Taxi meter stops its spin
Home is where the light comes in
Wipers dance a frantic beat
Thunder shakes the porch's seat
Passengers leave past traces
Letter finds familiar places
Letter soaked in midnight rain
Waiting on the porch again
Taxi meter stops its spin
Home is where the light comes in
Night shift ends at morning's gray
Dawn will dry the ink away
Keys turn off the engine's hum
Porch light waits for someone's come
Thirty thousand nights behind the wheel
One wet page makes the past feel real
No GPS for roads that fade
Just this porch where promises stayed
Fare collected, journey done
Letter read before the sun
Wooden boards hold creaking song
Where we waited, waited long
Letter soaked in midnight rain
Waiting
