[Intro]
Footsteps echo on cracked sidewalks, the city sighs in new skin.
I trace the old road with a trembling grin, and let the memory in.
[Verse 1]
The corner store no longer wears the same sunlit face,
A bell rings differently, like a pale, forgotten grace.
Windows swallow the yesterday I keep in my chest,
Faces drift past like weather I cannot name or trust.
[Pre-Chorus]
I reach for a voice I used to know, but the street hums with strangers’ songs,
And every laugh that used to light my way now sounds like distant wrongs.
[Chorus]
I’m returning to a map that won’t stay flat, the lines all blurred and torn,
A room full of echoes where my name feels shy and worn.
If home is a heartbeat that learned to skip, I hear it stumble slow,
Longing for the familiar hush I used to call my own.
[Verse 2]
Midnight buses hum a lullaby I cannot name,
Neon halos blur the faces of remembered frames.
The park bench folds into dusk where we used to lie,
Now a silhouette of goodbye lingers in the sky.
[Pre-Chorus]
I pocket a photograph that peels at the edges with rain,
Whispers say go forward, but the past keeps whispering my name.
[Chorus]
I’m returning to a map that won’t stay flat, the lines all blurred and torn,
A room full of echoes where my name feels shy and worn.
If home is a heartbeat that learned to skip, I hear it stumble slow,
Longing for the familiar hush I used to call my own.
[Bridge]
These streets wear new shoes, while my footprints forget their pace,
I cradle the old in a pocket of space, in a quieter place.
[Chorus]
I’m returning to a map that won’t stay flat, the lines all blurred and torn,
A room full of echoes where my name feels shy and worn.
If home is a heartbeat that learned to skip, I hear it stumble slow,
Longing for the familiar hush I used to call my own.
[Outro]
Only the wind keeps time with the name I left behind,
And in the hush between now and then, I learn to be kind to my own.
