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Verse 1

You blew the whistle when I quit, your voice cracked like dry August heat. I hear it still on summer nights when every muscle betrays me.

Chorus

Still running, still running, past the line that wasn’t mine. Still running through the pain, still catching my last breath behind. Still running, still running, till the track forgets my name. Still running through the dark, still chasing the ghost you made.

Verse 2

You left the clipboard on the fence, ink running like my Sunday shoes. Called me back at forty in the rain when every coach in town said lose.

Bridge

One lap left—just one lap, damn you— the crowd’s a blur, the finish tape’s a noose. I don’t win, I don’t care; I only run because you were crazy enough to stay.

Outro

Legs heavy, lungs on fire, but the road’s still humming your name. Still running, still running, past the point where winners stay.

Verse 1

You left the inbox full of red flags My palm aches from slamming the desk The coffee went cold while I waited Your ringtone buzzed like a broken alarm I’m shouting at the empty hallway Every reply feels like a brick

Chorus

I’m done with this, I’m done with this, I’m done with this, I’m done with this.

Verse 2

My eyes are heavy under fluorescent glow The clock ticks slower than my breath I’ve been pacing the same cracked tile Your silence settles like dust on the floor I’m dragging my words through a fog The weight of waiting turns to fatigue

Bridge

Maybe I’ll close the line, let it fade Turn the screen off, hear nothing more It’s quiet now, the echo has left I’m learning to sit with the stillness Accepting that the call may never come

Outro

The room feels empty, but I breathe steady A soft sigh replaces the anger I watch the night settle over the city And I let the unanswered ring dissolve

Verse 1

Mud clinging to my shins like a grudge, father’s prize reel snapped clean in two. You laughed, said I’d learn how to mend it— like patching bones is any kind of proof.

Chorus

Oh, the river don’t answer, just keeps taking and leaving me breathless. Oh, the river don’t answer, but I still answer to every ripple it sends. Oh, the river don’t answer, just keeps taking and leaving me breathless. Oh, the river don’t answer, but I still answer to every ripple it sends.

Verse 2

Afternoon sank slow as a lead weight, sun glaring off scales we scraped from the bank. You called it luck. I called it theft. The water still knows which side I stand.

Bridge

Now the stones I carried in my pockets fit the hollow of my palm like debt. I could throw every one back at the current, watch the river tongue them clean— I don’t.

Outro

Oh, the river don’t answer, just keeps taking and leaving me breathless.

Verse 1

The fuse blew, and the lights gave out I was in the middle of something, now it's gone without a doubt I'm stuck here, sweating, with nothing to do The heat is rising, and so is my anger, it's burning right through

Chorus

Oh, noche oscura, take me away From this darkness that's here to stay Oh, noche oscura, I'm lost in the night With no escape, no end in sight

Verse 2

I've been walking, trying to find some air But the streets are empty, and the darkness is everywhere My feet are heavy, my eyes are low I'm tired of waiting, tired of not knowing when the power will flow

Bridge

Maybe I'll just sit, and let the night take me Maybe I'll just wait, and see what the morning will be The stars are shining, but they're far away I'm stuck here, in this darkness, with nothing to say

Outro

So I'll just sit, in the dark, and wait For the morning to come, and the light to create A new day, a new chance, to start again And maybe, just maybe, the power will come back on, and I'll be free from this pain.

Verse 1

March’s sidewalk cracks still hold last week’s rain Mother’s apron strings tied loose against the ache Granddad’s ledger penciled thin, no profit left to claim We’ll sweep the floor, light the last two lamps

Chorus

One more night to hold the door One more breath before the floor’s swept clean One more night to hold the door One more breath before the floor’s swept clean One last night to hold the door One breath left before the floor’s swept clean

Verse 2

Did you see how the power flicker hums outside? Like it’s counting down the minutes left to share Coffee rings on Formica write a silent will we can’t abide Still I clock in, still I stand behind the chair Neon flicker paints a sign we never had to read Number washed away, but the hours stay the same Footsteps pause outside—then pass, not knowing what they’ve lost Door chimes once, a ghost, so we can turn the flame

Bridge

Keys in the register, keys on the wall Two generations learn the same release—walk away

Outro

Lamps buzz out like old devotion But the doorframe still remembers weight of shoulders One more night to hold the door

Verse 1

Tires humming like a choir tired of Sundays Radio still plays the stations we both understood Mile markers blink like old friends half-remembered I roll the window down—summer air still good

Chorus

We made it this far Engine’s got the heart Last run on 38 We made it this far Engine’s got the heart Last run on 38

Verse 2

Temp light dances yellow, then red, then stays awake I whisper to the dash like it’s you beside me Heater coughs up dust like memories we can’t shake Foreign whine answers no

Bridge

Silence grabs the wheel Clock ticks slow but real I coast the shoulder speechless Smell of hot metal, magnolias sweet in the heat

Outro

Engine stops exactly where the porch light meets the blacktop I sit awhile, keys still warm in my hand

Verse 1

I taped up the boxes labeled kitchen Your good pans still have cake on the bottom Landlord says first and last if I bring cash I counted it twice—still never enough

Chorus

I’m packing the wrong suitcase for the life I’m in Hoping goodbyes will feel lighter in the end I’m packing the wrong suitcase for the life I’m in Hoping goodbyes will feel lighter in the end I’m packing the wrong suitcase for the life I’m in Hoping goodbyes will feel lighter in the end

Verse 2

Carpet smells like the takeaway we never finished Your mama’s roses scratched from the window sill I kept the tea towel with the holes in the shape of your hands Now it’s dust in the bag by the kitchen chair First street I turn down smells like cut grass No sirens where the neighbors don’t know my name Your boots still by the door, but they’re not mine to wear So I close the lid on the wrong suitcase today

Bridge

Outside the van’s engine ticks cold But the sky’s got that April light that won’t quit I could leave the key on the bench by the gate Or I could slide it underneath the door

Verse 1

Morning coffee steams beside the open window Your number flashes like a promise on the screen I smile, thinking how easy it could be to say hello The world outside hums, waiting for my voice to rise

Chorus

I’ll answer when the sunrise calls I’ll answer when the sunrise calls

Verse 2

The silence stretches, a thin line across the room I wonder if the words I’d spill would tumble clumsy A doubt settles like dust on the old record player The clock ticks louder, each second a question mark

Bridge

But hope drifts back on the wind that rattles the blinds Your laugh still echoes in the hallway of my mind I’ll pick up the line before the day folds into night

Outro

I’ll answer when the sunrise calls I’ll answer when the sunrise calls

Verse 1

The bus exhales at Sixth and Main, puddles where the streetlights stain. I watch my breath go silver white, knowing you won’t be on that night.

Chorus

It’s the first light in November, thin as a promise someone remembers. First light in November, burn the coffee, try to keep from trembling. It’s the first light in November, thin as a promise someone remembers. First light in November, burn the coffee, try to keep from trembling.

Verse 2

The diner hums through steam and chrome, the cook calls orders, calls me home. I count the rings on my right hand, wondering which towns we understand.

Bridge

I peel the calendar to next week, try to will the days into check. Winter’s still a rumor in the air, but somewhere’s colder—something doesn’t care.

Outro

I sweep the sidewalk after five, chalky frost on every line. You’re not coming, but the bus rolls on— good thing the cold feels like belonging.

Verse 1

I drive by my old house, see the lights are on A family's living there, kids playing in the yard, having fun I wonder if they're happy, if they love it like I did Maybe they'll make memories, and the house will feel alive again

Chorus

Someone's home, someone's home, in my old place Maybe they'll find their way, and fill the empty space Someone's home, someone's home, in my old place Maybe they'll find their way, and fill the empty space Someone's home, someone's home, in my old place Maybe they'll find their way, and fill the empty space

Verse 2

But then I think of all the things that I left behind The creaky floor, the backyard tree, the smell of fresh-cut grass and time I wonder if they'll change it, if they'll make it their own If they'll find the hidden spots, where love and laughter used to roam I imagine them on Sundays, having dinner as a family Laughing and talking, making plans for the future, wild and free I hope they'll find their happiness, in every single room And the house will be a home, where love will bloom

Bridge

I'll let go of the past, and the memories that remain I'll hope that they'll create new ones, and love the house the same

Outro

Now I'll drive away, and let them have their space Maybe someday I'll come back, and see the love that they've created in my old place.

Verse 1

The church pews smell like lemon cleaner and old hymnals, white silk unravels at my ankles like a spool of moonlit thread. I count the way the candle flames bow toward each other, then snap upright—no two hearts ever lean the same direction.

Chorus

Oh, you walk toward someone else, but your name hitches on my tongue like a half-tuned bell. We are silver thread dress and oak floor, never meant to cross. Oh, you walk toward someone else, but your name hitches on my tongue like a half-tuned bell. We are silver thread dress and oak floor, never meant to cross.

Verse 2

The DJ’s speakers hum the year you taught me overs, how to peel a clementine with my front teeth. Now the floor sways without my weight, an empty partnership. I press my palm to the wedding photo backdrop—cold vinyl, colder future.

Bridge

Three A.M. on the hotel balcony, the city hums below— a language I understand but refuse to speak. I find a lost glove behind the ice bucket, mine from last winter. I should have known gloves are the first thing to go missing.

Outro

The bus ride home, streetlights stitch one long blink across the dark. I trace the hem where the thread frays— not broken, just letting go.

Verse 1

We found their old bikes by the toolshed door Rust on the chain like they left yesterday One had my dad’s initials carved on the handlebars The second balanced lopsided where he laid it away

Chorus

They jumped curbs you know in their Converse Laughed when the knees gave out Not every dream had to last forty years Some burned bright like a cheap redoubt They jumped curbs you know in their Converse Half the time they didn’t know why Not every dream had to last forty years Some just needed to get airborne at night

Verse 2

Mom’s mix-tapes still stacked in a plastic bin Title tracks from boys she never breathed a name to She used to sing alto underneath the radio Then she’d switch it off like it was something she knew

Bridge

So I pedal the same cracked sidewalk now Feet slipping off the pedals again Wondering which pieces are truly mine And which ones I borrowed from them

Outro

If I squeal the brakes at the right curb Maybe I’ll hear them somewhere cheering Not every joy has to be carved in stone Some just take flight like the birds we lost hearing

Verse 1

Outbound terminal sticky with spilled coffee Row twelve where the air tastes like jet fuel Your name stitched on my collar like a promise One last look at the terminal pool of light

Chorus

I still believe in the lines on the map I still believe in the leap at the edge I still believe you’ll turn around fast I still believe in the lines on the map I still believe in the leap at the edge I still believe you’ll turn around fast

Verse 2

Second coffee gone cold by the window Boots tapping out the countdown again Half a sandwich wrapped tight in a napkin Telling myself it’s not over yet

Bridge

Your voice still hums in the airport speakers A gate number half a second too late Every second cracks like a winter sidewalk But the sunrise keeps spilling in through the grate

Outro

Four AM departures shouldn’t feel this gentle Your scarf still warm on the seat where you sat

Verse 1

The coat hangs on the hook, dust whispering in the hallway I slide my hand inside, feeling the old fabric’s sigh A crumpled slip of paper slips out, ink faded like sunrise It’s a receipt for coffee, dated June, the day we laughed Hope curls warm around the edges, a tiny reminder of us

Chorus

Found it, found it Found it, found it

Verse 2

Why does this slip linger where winter coats gather? The numbers blur, the total lost in a sea of memory I stare at the corner, wondering what we left unpaid A doubt settles like cold air, the scent of old laundry Questions drift, and the smile fades to a quiet pause

Bridge

But the paper’s weight pulls me back, a thread to the past I trace the name, the shop’s faint sign, a familiar street corner A small spark flickers, turning the doubt into a soft grin

Outro

I fold the receipt, tuck it back, the coat feels lighter now Tomorrow’s coffee will have a story, fresh and bright Hope returns, stitched into the seams of the old coat.

Verse 1

The coffee on the counter’s gone cold Your jacket still hangs by the back door Sunday morning traffic hums low I dialed twice before I walked out that door

Chorus

Are you still out there somewhere? Can you hear me above the static there? Are you still out there somewhere? Can you hear me above the static there?

Verse 2

Monday’s paper’s tucked beneath the chair Your coffee cup’s dusted with yesterday Half the lights in the hallway burn bare Guess I should’ve known you’d slip away

Bridge

Maybe the wires got crossed in the storm Maybe the night swallowed the reply But I’ll leave the line open till the dawn In case you find your way back to the sky

Outro

The cup’s still there, the jacket too I’ll keep half the night tuned to you

Verse 1

I stepped into the office, a stranger in the door Fresh from school, with a smile and a whole lot more To prove, to learn, to make my way, I thought it was the start A summer job, a temporary stay, a chance to play my part The city pulsed outside, a rhythm I'd never known I felt the heat, the energy, the possibilities sown

Chorus

Oh, this summer's lease, it's got a hold on me A temporary dream, that's all it's supposed to be But the days go by, and I feel it in my bones This summer's lease, it might just make me stay back home Oh, this summer's lease, it's got a hold on me A temporary dream, that's all it's supposed to be But the days go by, and I feel it in my bones This summer's lease, it might just make me stay back home Oh, this summer's lease, it's got a hold on me A temporary dream, that's all it's supposed to be But the days go by, and I feel it in my bones This summer's lease, it might just make me stay back home

Verse 2

But as the weeks went by, and the routine set in I started to feel like I was just a cog in a machine The work was hard, the pay was low, the hours long and cold I wondered if I'd made a mistake, if I'd grown old The fire that drove me, it started to fade I felt like I was just going through the motions, a temporary shade

Bridge

Then something shifted, like the sun breaking through A conversation, a connection, a spark that shone true A glimpse of what could be, a future yet unknown A sense of purpose, a sense of home

Outro

Now the summer's ending, and I'm faced with a choice To stay or to leave, to make some noise I thought it was temporary, but it's become my home This summer's lease, it's where I am, and where I roam.

Verse 1

Headlights paint the brick in yellow soccer field long empty scoreboard clocks still running but the clock on the wall stopped when you did

Chorus

Static in the hallways you’re not here anymore Static in the hallways only the wind left to roar

Verse 2

Walked the halls with you at midnight snuck in by the side door you swore you heard a locker slam shut I swore I heard the school whisper your name

Bridge

One more lap, I swear I see you turning shadows into shoulders then the streetlight flickers out completely and the dark folds gentle around my tires

Outro

Static in the hallways you’re not here anymore Static in the hallways only the wind left to roar

Verse 1

Your kennel’s bed smells like you never moved out Flea collar still shining on the scuffed floor I keep half my socks missing in the laundry Small acts to keep you here a little more

Chorus

I swear the porch light’s got your old bark in it I’m talking to a shade that follows the room Gone to the dogs again, same tired tune I swear the porch light’s got your old bark in it I swear the porch light’s got your old bark in it I’m talking to a shade that follows the room Gone to the dogs again, same tired tune I swear the porch light’s got your old bark in it

Verse 2

Your bark used to shake the picture frames down Now it’s just wind rattling what’s left of the wires I hum our old walk around the block’s end Hoping you’ll add your snores to the choir

Bridge

Maybe the vet said forever, not goodbye Maybe I’m the one who won’t let you loose The collar still jingles in dreams I don’t share out loud

Outro

I’ll bury the tags where the fence posts lean Plant my boots so they point home again Somewhere you’re still young, still pulling the leash—

Verse 1

I counted the cracks in the ceiling bright white just before dawn bent the window light a promise in every one small line— twelve months of cracks can turn to shine.

Chorus

Hold the clock at twelve-fifty-nine, let the old world drown in the new one’s line. Hold the clock at twelve-fifty-nine, let the old world drown in the new one’s line.

Verse 2

By noon the sky was a bruise unspun, winter’s last stolen hour undone. I traced the date on the curb in chalk, watched the tide erase every mark I drew.

Bridge

Footsteps still warm in the hallway floor, echoes swell then dissolve next door. If memory walks in, I let it stay— it won’t stay long past the New Year’s day.

Outro

I hold the clock at twelve-fifty-nine, because the way the year turns tastes like old wine.

Verse 1

The line clicks, your laugh spills over the kitchen tiles. You say “grab the olive oil, a splash of sunrise in a bottle.” I hear the clink of a spoon as you count out teaspoons. The kettle whistles, matching the rhythm of your instructions. A pinch of salt, like sea‑foam on the edge of a spoon.

Chorus

Stir it slow, hear my voice in the steam, Stir it slow, feel the heat rise with the beat.

Verse 2

Your words slip, “now add the garlic—wait, was it minced or crushed?” I taste the doubt, a bitter edge where the butter should melt. The timer ticks, each second a question I can’t answer. Smoke curls from the pan, a grey cloud over my confidence. Your laughter steadies the room, “just breathe, we’ll fix it together.”

Bridge

I hear the clatter of plates, the promise of a finished dish. Your tone steadies the flame, turning fear into flavor.

Outro

The sauce simmers, glossy as the sunset you described. We share a bite over the line, the taste of triumph in every spoon.

Verse 1

Morning coffee still warm in the cup You swore you'd take it with you but left it where it sat up I can see your tracks in the fresh snow Halfway to the door then turned right back to go

Chorus

You left your jacket on my porch again Guess I'll be the one to bring it back in You left your jacket on my porch again Guess I'll be the one to bring it back in You left your jacket on my porch again Guess I'll be the one to bring it back in

Verse 2

Radio hums some old love song we both know Volume low like we're sneaking it in after hours on the radio Your keys still on the hook by the door Except now there's one less than there was before

Bridge

Maybe the dog forgot to bark at strangers Maybe the furnace coughed up some last warm air Maybe time just bend that way sometimes Bends things soft until they're barely there

Outro

You left your jacket on my porch again Guess I'll be the one to bring it back in

Verse 1

The last footsteps fade from the floor I'm left with the echoes of what we had before The silence is almost a friend, it's familiar and kind I feel a spark of possibility, a new path to design

Chorus

Oh, the quiet, it whispers to me Of all the things that could be

Verse 2

But as I wander through these empty rooms I start to wonder if I'm just a fool The shadows cast doubts on the walls And I'm left to question it all, to hear the whispers of my flaws

Bridge

Maybe I'm just searching for a ghost A fleeting dream that I've yet to know But in this stillness, I find my voice A whispered promise to make some noise

Outro

The quiet, it wraps around me tight A soothing balm for the dark of night And I feel that spark reignite A glimmer of hope, a new light.

Verse 1

We swore on the curb where the streetlight flickers pink, your fingers caught in mine like the pages I still keep. I counted the cracks in the sidewalk squares, each one a year we’d get to walk these squares.

Chorus

Paper moon over river street, tonight we wrote our names in the rain. Paper moon, don’t bend too soon, I’m still the fool who believed we’d stay. Paper moon over river street, tonight we wrote our names in the rain. Paper moon, don’t bend too soon, I’m still the fool who believed we’d stay.

Verse 2

Last October you left your jacket behind— hood still smells like the bonfire smoke from my truck. I found your old receipts tucked in the sleeve, dates from months before you said we’d leave.

Bridge

So tell me true: do you see what I see? The marks on my ribs where your belt buckle pressed— each one a promise made at seventeen, and God help me if they’re not worn smooth yet.

Outro

Paper moon, hold steady up there, I’m learning the sky’s just a promise without air.

Verse 1

Traffic lights blink like slow heartbeats on 5th Your voicemail still warm in my fingers City hums its low reassurance Faulty crosswalk sign blinks stay-stay-stay

Chorus

Oh the road’s half mine tonight Oh the road’s half yours tonight One block left to go Oh the road’s half mine tonight Oh the road’s half yours tonight One block left to go

Verse 2

Dog barks behind a fence three doors down Certainty curdles like warm soda Phone screen presses against my palm Laughs echo back empty hallway

Bridge

First star weak as a match struck twice Porch light flickers hello-goodbye-hello

Outro

Yellow house at 3 AM all lit up

Verse 1

Morning spills through the screen door, pale and slow, piles of ones and fives glow in rows. Child’s crayon marks still on the yellow wood, numbers add up to nothing good.

Chorus

Stack it high, it won’t stay, but I’m counting tin to chase the grey. Stack it high, it won’t stay, still I stack it anyway. Stack it high, it won’t stay, but I’m counting tin to chase the grey. Stack it high, it won’t stay, still I stack it anyway.

Verse 2

Door hinge sighs like a tired friend, wind hums a tune I can’t pretend. One more bill I barely earned, heat rises, corners curl and burn.

Bridge

Kitchen clock ticks off the minutes past, doubt crawls in like the evening’s shadow cast. Then a light flips on across the street, somebody’s laughing, something tastes sweet.

Outro

Stack it high, the sky turns gold, tin feels heavier, but the heart feels whole. Stack it high, the story’s told— one life stacked against the odds.

Verse 1

Morning draped the tracks in amber, a lone commuter sighs. I watch the engine breathe, its wheels humming like a tide. A coffee cup still steaming, the ticket in my palm. I smile at the empty seat, decide to stay and watch.

Chorus

I let the whistle fade, I’ll catch the next sunrise, I’ll stand where the rails bend, and find my own line.

Verse 2

The platform cools beneath my boots, a wind whispers doubt. The train departs without me, a flash of steel and shout. I hear my heart echo in the hollow, wondering if I’ve fled. A question rides the tracks: was this choice or dread?

Bridge

Evening paints the sky in violet, the station hums a low hymn. A second locomotive rolls in, its lanterns softly dim. I step onto the carriage, feeling the pulse of new miles. Hope flickers in the cabin light, a quiet, steady smile.

Outro

I let the whistle fade, I’ll catch the next sunrise, I’ll stand where the rails bend, and find my own line.

Verse 1

half-empty coffee cup on the workbench paint cans stacked like dominoes rusted bike with one good wheel can't tell if it's treasure or just junk

Chorus

Keep what you need but don't keep my name the old board games in a yellowed frame Keep what you need but don't keep my name the old board games in a yellowed frame Keep what you need but don't keep my name the old board games in a yellowed frame

Verse 2

clock hands frozen 'round 3:17 floorboards groan when I shift my weight that box marked "misc." is just disguise for every thing I can't escape

Bridge

one box marked love, one marked doubt open both and let them sort it out

Outro

with one hand on the door I pull out a photograph of you that I can't throw out

Verse 1

I remember the day I got the call, said I'm hired, I'm on the wall My name on the roster, my future looking tall I'm gonna make some money, gonna make it right Gonna save up, gonna make this city mine tonight

Chorus

Oh, my first paycheque, it's like a work of art Gonna cash it in, gonna play my part In the game of life, where the players never sleep My first paycheque, it's the start I need Oh, my first paycheque, it's like a work of art Gonna cash it in, gonna play my part In the game of life, where the players never sleep My first paycheque, it's the start I need Oh, my first paycheque, it's like a work of art Gonna cash it in, gonna play my part In the game of life, where the players never sleep My first paycheque, it's the start I need

Verse 2

But then the doubts creep in, like a winter's chill What if I'm not good enough, what if I stand still The bills pile up, the expenses never cease I'm just a cog in the machine, a replaceable piece

Bridge

I take a step back, I look around People working hard, trying to make a sound I'm not alone, we're all in this fight We're chasing the dream, we're gonna make it right

Outro

Now I'm holding it, my first paycheque in hand It's like a badge of honour, it's my master plan I'm gonna make it happen, I'm gonna make it real My first paycheque, it's the way I feel.

Verse 1

Dust on the windowsill’s wide as my palm You watered tomatoes leaning over the fence in shorts the color of rain Left the hose running in two neat loops by the fence post

Chorus

I left your key where the hydrangea climbs Morning burned like a bad signal on the radio I left your key where the hydrangea climbs Morning burned like a bad signal on the radio

Verse 2

Your last note smelled of motor oil and honeysuckle Said the starter’s three days from giving in Asked for a favor but never used my name

Bridge

Ten feet parted us every day for years Your tarp snapped sharp as a warning in the wind I should’ve crossed that lawn once, just to say the sky looked clear tonight

Outro

I left the key and the hose in the same loops Morning still burns—bad signal, bad repair

Verse 1

Curtains packed in cardboard boxes Scent of lemon still in the drawers Morning light spills yellow on the floorboards I rub my wrist where the watch grew

Chorus

This house is learning to let go I sweep the corners where the good light goes This house is learning to let go This house is learning to let go I trace the cracks like a road map home This house is learning to let go

Verse 2

Packed my boots by the back door Checked the taps still hold their pressure Ladder leans against the bedroom Half my life still in the plaster

Bridge

One more night stretches thin between What we built here and what we couldn’t keep Nails still hold where the pictures hung Fingers trace the ghost of your thumbprint

Outro

Keys in the rain on the car seat Engine hums a tired refrain