[Verse] Sunset burns low on the old wooden stairs, Smoke from a smokestack, no one to share. One bottle, two chairs, the weight of the years, Whiskey’s warm, but it won’t ease my tears. [Pre-Chorus] I remember the way the music used to play, When your voice rose like the sun at day. Now it’s just the wind through the cracks in the wall— And I’m singing to ghosts, and I’m calling you, too. [Chorus] Oh, we was young and the night was wide, With your hand in mine and the world inside. Now the moon don’t shine like it used to, And the porch light flickers like a prayer that’s lost. Just a bottle, a name, and a song I can’t sing— Back porch whiskey and better days. [Verse] Your boots left prints in the dust back then, Now the floorboards creak with the ache of no friend. I see your shadow in the porch light glow, But you’re gone like the river when the rain went slow. [Pre-Chorus] The jukebox died, the records turned gray, But your laughter still plays through the haze. I pour a cup for the one who don’t come, And whisper your name to a silent drum. [Chorus] Oh, we was young and the night was wide, With your hand in mine and the world inside. Now the moon don’t shine like it used to, And the porch light flickers like a prayer that’s lost. Just a bottle, a name, and a song I can’t sing— Back porch whiskey and better days. [Bridge] Time don’t heal—just covers the scar, And the past don’t fade like the light off the bar. I still hear your voice in the crackle of flame, And the echo you left is my only name. [Chorus] Oh, we was young and the night was wide, With your hand in mine and the world inside. Now the moon don’t shine like it used to, And the porch light flickers like a prayer that’s lost. Just a bottle, a name, and a song I can’t sing— Back porch whiskey and better days. [Outro] Better days… Back porch whiskey… Better days… (Whiskey pour, slow fade on harmonized hum, low and aching)