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Oh, my love, wonât you come sit now?
Letâs swing on the porch, and spin a record around.
Weâve been running on empty too long,
and weâre short on breath.
You like wine, I take my whiskey neat,
thereâs no need to rush, these are sipping drinks.
Weâve got a warm night of summer ahead,
and nowhere to be.
Days turn into years,
letâs slow life down.
The sun is setting, and the moon is full,
Letâs build a backyard fire, call all the friends we know.
Weâve got a sky filled with fireflies,
and fixins for sâmores.
Days turn into years.
Itâs so hard to see when the world is in motion
itâs easier to hear in the great wide open,
thereâs so much noise, itâs just one big commotion,
come on, letâs shake things up and slow life down.
When we wake up letâs pack our bags,
go catch a fish off the coast of Maine,
trace the sun to Elliot Bay
then drive Highway 1.
Days turn into years,
letâs slow life down.
Oh, my love, wonât you come sit now?
Letâs swing on the porch, and slow life down.