Lyric

Golden hush at the edge of day

Dusty roads where the children play

Breeze through fields, a lonesome tune

Mountains glow beneath a silver moon

And I still hear the echo clear

Of quiet days I once held near

Hometown, westward skies

Painted soft in lullabies

Nothing changed, and yet it has

Time moves slow in greener pasts

Shops are closed, the station sleeps

Old signs bend where the forest creeps

I trace the walls with quiet hands

A map of life in shifting sands

And in the silence, voices hum

The songs we knew when we were young

Hometown, where rivers bend

Stories start and never end

Every stone, a whispered name

Every breeze, a fleeting flame

It’s not just where I grew up…

It’s where the wind still calls me back

Even when I go far

I carry its sky in my breath

Hometown, west of light

Holding shadows, holding bright

Let me drift, but let me know

You’re the place where all roads go