Banned From The Back Porch

I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor The sky`s air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree`s leaves and splattering to the ground It`s always misty after a summer pour And I`ll remember turning around and looking out And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl And I said, "Oh who is this? Where was she all those crazy years? Where was she when my heart couldn`t take its beat?" I sipped down some warm ginger ale And drew back a breath And headed over to see about this girl I couldn`t say a thing and I just stared open and wide And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor Oh my god, I think I`m falling.