If you come back home

Verse 1
I left the porch light on again,
Like some fool who still believes
That a glow in the dark might guide you back
From wherever you chose to leave.
Your boots ain’t been on this old porch
Since the night you slammed that door,
But I still hear your footsteps sometimes
Like you’re comin’ up the boards.

Chorus
If you come back home,
I’ll be right here, same old bones,
Same old heart that never learned
How to beat when you’re gone.
If you come back home,
I’ll forgive what went wrong.
Hell, I’d trade every night alone
If you come back home.

Verse 2
Your jacket’s still on the back of that chair,
I can’t bring myself to move it.
Feels like if I keep things just the same,
Maybe fate might finally prove it—
That love don’t die, it just gets quiet,
Waitin’ for a spark to rise.
And I swear some nights I see your shadow
In the corner of my tired eyes.

Chorus
If you come back home,
I’ll be right here, same old bones,
Same old heart that never learned
How to beat when you’re gone.
If you come back home,
I’ll forgive what went wrong.
Hell, I’d trade every night alone
If you come back home.

Bridge
I know I ain’t the man I should’ve been,
I know I let the darkness win.
But I’ve been tryin’, Lord, I’ve been tryin’,
To be someone worth your time again.
And if the road gets cold, if the nights get long,
If you ever feel like you don’t belong—
Just know this place is still your place,
Your coffee cup, your pillowcase.

Verse 3
The seasons changed, the leaves turned red,
But this house stayed stuck in June.
Every room still hums with memories
Of dancin’ barefoot in the living room.
And I ain’t askin’ for forever,
Just a knock on the door, a chance to say
That I’d give up every stubborn part of me
If you’d come back someday.

Final Chorus
If you come back home,
I’ll be right here, same old bones,
Same old heart that never learned
How to beat when you’re gone.
If you come back home,
I’ll forgive what went wrong.
Hell, I’d trade every night alone
If you come back home.

Outro
The porch light’s on, the night is still,
And I’m waitin’ here… I always will.

Sparse folk-country, 72 BPM. Fingerpicked guitar, soft harmonica, intimate male vocal, raw room tone, aching mood.