Four lawn chairs still out there, nobody brought 'em in
Somebody's red cup — can't remember whose it's been
Flag's still lit from the timer on the post
Gary's asleep in the yard — he always does the most
Porch coffee in hand, surveying the scene
Whole yard's still telling on us, frame by frame
Morning after Fourth of July, coffee on the step
Counting all the reasons that I don't regret
Everything still out there tells the story right
Hell of a mess to wake up to in my life
Karen's shoe — just the one — on the deck
Don't ask about the other — nobody's checked
Sparkler wrappers all across the driveway still
Roman candle wrapper sitting on the grill
Porch coffee in hand, surveying the scene
Whole yard's still telling on us, frame by frame
Morning after Fourth of July, coffee on the step
Counting all the reasons that I don't regret
Everything still out there tells the story right
Hell of a mess to wake up to in my life
Gary's flat on his back in the middle of the yard
One arm over his eyes against the morning
Stirred once, mumbled something, settled back down
Sprinkler clicks on at seven and he doesn't even move
Nobody's gonna wake him, nobody's gonna clean
Coffee's still hot and the morning's barely started
We'll get to all of it — the chairs, the cups, the rest
Just not while Gary's still out there sleeping it off
Morning after Fourth of July, coffee on the step
Counting all the reasons that I don't regret
Everything still out there tells the story right
Hell of a mess to wake up to in my life