Well-Worn Flannel

[Intro]
[Verse]
Eighteen and the tires were spinning fast
Left a cloud of dust on the gravel path
I wanted neon lights and city glass
Told the porch swing it wouldn't last
But those painted slats are peeling now
And I'm back behind the family plow
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the road was long and wide
But it led me back inside
To the place I tried to hide
[Chorus]
It’s the chipped ceramic coffee mugs
And the way the porch floor hugs
Every step I take back through the door
I don't need the city anymore
It’s the peach pie on a paper plate
Leaning on the garden gate
Feels like home, fits just right
Like a well-worn flannel in the night
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, it fits just right
In the golden light
Home tonight
[Verse]
Saturday morning at the market stall
Saw you standing there, standing tall
High school jacket, same old grin
Asking me where the hell I’ve been
We laughed about the broken clock
And the way the old dogs always walk
Down the center of Main Street lane
Like they own the sun and the rain
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the road was long and wide
But it led me back inside
To the place I tried to hide
[Chorus]
It’s the chipped ceramic coffee mugs
And the way the porch floor hugs
Every step I take back through the door
I don't need the city anymore
It’s the peach pie on a paper plate
Leaning on the garden gate
Feels like home, fits just right
Like a well-worn flannel in the night
[Bridge]
Crickets humming a familiar tune
Underneath a big July moon
I used to hate the quiet sound
Now it’s the sweetest thing I’ve found
The shadows stretch across the lawn
I’m right where I belong
[Chorus]
It’s the chipped ceramic coffee mugs
And the way the porch floor hugs
Every step I take back through the door
I don't need the city anymore
It’s the peach pie on a paper plate
Leaning on the garden gate
Feels like home, fits just right
Like a well-worn flannel in the night
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, it fits just right
In the golden light
Home tonight
[Outro]