I loud and clear
Or am I breaking up?
I still your charm
Or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer
Or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine
If you show me yours first, [bad word] scars,
I'll tell you whose is worse,
Let's unwrite these pages
And replace them with our own words

We live on front porches
And swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor
I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets
Until you hold my hand

I've been here so long
I think that it's time to move,
The winter's so cold
Summer's over too soon,
Let's pack our bags
And settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends,
Some that I hardly know
But we've had some times
I wouldn't trade for the world,
We chase these days down with talks of
The places that we will go

I'll show you mine
If you show me yours first, [bad word] scars,
I'll tell you whose is worse,
Let's unwrite these pages
And replace them with our own words

Swing life away, swing life away...