[Verse 1] Red scarf, chipped mug Steam on the window glass You laugh, say my name Like you already know my past Little town gossip Hangs in the kitchen air You pour that strong black coffee Like a dare, like a prayer
[Chorus] Piroska on the porch at dawn Bare feet swingin’, old robe on Sunrise paintin’ her like a song And I can’t move, I just hold on Every road I ever drove feels wrong If it don’t lead back where you belong Piroska on the porch at dawn That’s where my heart stays strong
[Verse 2] You trace maps in crumbs On that faded checkered cloth Talk of dreams and visas And the ones we both lost You say “maybe next year” But your eyes say “maybe now” I kiss the sugar off your lip Swear I’ll find a way somehow
[Chorus] Piroska on the porch at dawn Bare feet swingin’, old robe on Sunrise paintin’ her like a song And I can’t move, I just hold on Every road I ever drove feels wrong If it don’t lead back where you belong Piroska on the porch at dawn That’s where my heart stays strong
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country, Warm country ballad with twangy acoustic guitars, soft fiddle fills, and steady brushed snare. Verses stay intimate and front‑porch quiet, chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a singalong hook. Gentle bass and slide guitar add glow; male or female vocals sit close to the mic, with a tender storytelling tone that leans into nostalgia.