From the recording Front Porch Project Live
Son wrote this one from a very real place. Early morning light in the kitchen, guitar in hand, waiting to hear his wife’s feet on the stairs. The comfort of knowing someone, and being known just as deeply in return. Heaven can exist in the small everyday things; the hand on the knee, the wear and tear, the sitting in sunshine together.
From Elaine’s side, this feels like an invitation to slow down and notice those small moments while they’re happening. To name them. To hold them. Playing it live is a reminder that heaven isn’t somewhere else. It’s usually right here, if we’re paying attention.
Lyrics
This road sure is long and uphill most days
And change never changes enough
To hide all the rough spots, the patches and places
That need some mending or care
The wear and tear that weighs on me heavy
Drags everything slower, and still
It seems our time together no matter the measure
In the end was no time at all
CHORUS
Pour me a whiskey when I get this way
And I’ll tell you one good thing that’s true
Just lay me to rest in her arms when I die
That’s as close to heaven as I care to go
Eyes on the horizon, one hand on the wheel
The other rests on her knee
It all flew by in record time,
Like a movie that’s over too soon
And drinking cold coffee as the miles slip on by
I remember when there was a time
That we sat in the sunshine on a clear fall morning
and I braided some flowers in her hair
My hands they complain when I rise of a morning
Like old tools just worse for the wear
But this coffee is warm and I’m happy listen
For the sound of her feet on the stairs
So pour me the whiskey when I get this way
And I’ll tell you one good thing that’s true
Lay me to rest in her arms when I die
That’s as close to heaven as I care to go
And if that’s not heaven, you can’t make me go