Freedom's just another reason for me to snooze

The Porch Light's out.
And my Engine Mount keeps me movin' into the future.

The Porch Light's out,
And The Little Man has us all behind the 8 ball
"That's Mine," says Cammie,
"All Signs Say No, Mama."
But Cammie forgets to add her lucky 7 so 15 she gets.

The Porch Light's out,
And as Fluffy Lies in his Iraq of a loveseat, Sunni Triangle in one hand, remote in the other, he knows he Lies in wait, a Uboat of other people's careers. And he laughs.

The Porch Light's out,
And the other guy wants to know if it's a treat to beat his feet in the Mississippi Mud.

The Porch Light's out,
The ham's gone, and the Hash Browns are on their last legs, leaving just the bean,
the holy bean, the sugar and the cream.
On mornings like this we fly, all through the day, waiting for the night, the deep, deep country dark and the joy of knowing

The Porch Light's out.