We Might Be Robots

Lyrics

That Sunday porchlight’s burnin’ bright,
Guidin’ me home through the darkest night.
Don’t matter the dirt, don’t matter the fight,
That porchlight says, “You’ll be alright.”
I won’t take it for granted, I swear it’s true,
That Sunday porchlight always pulls me through.

Never claimed saint, I ain’t wearin’ no crown,
Did things for my country that still weigh me down.
Friendships broke, love turned to dust,
Some choices made left a shadow of rust.
I’ve crawled through mud just to see one more day,
Ain’t pretty, ain’t noble, but I found my way.
Scars on my hands tell the story I’ve lived,
Every mile I walked, every piece I give.

But that light don’t judge, it just stands tall,
Shinin’ on a sinner who’s given his all.

That Sunday porchlight’s burnin’ bright,
Guidin’ me home through the darkest night.
Don’t matter the dirt, don’t matter the fight,
That porchlight says, “You’ll be alright.”
I won’t take it for granted, I swear it’s true,
That Sunday porchlight always pulls me through.

I’ve had rotten days where I barely could stand,
Fought for survival with blood on my hands.
No medals, no banners, just grit in the grime,
Just a man in the struggle, still spendin’ his time.
But when that glow hits the gravel drive,
It tells my soul I’m still alive.
No matter the past, no matter the sin,
That porchlight welcomes me back again.

It don’t ask questions, don’t cast blame,
Don’t need excuses, don’t need names.
It’s steady, it’s constant, it’s always there,
That Sunday porchlight proves someone cares.

That Sunday porchlight’s burnin’ bright,
Guidin’ me home through the darkest night.
Don’t matter the dirt, don’t matter the fight,
That porchlight says, “You’ll be alright.”
I won’t take it for granted, I swear it’s true,
That Sunday porchlight always pulls me through.

I ain’t a good man, but I’m still a man,
That Sunday porchlight—
It helps me stand.