Lyric

Grandma’s kitchen

Tiny radio

Crackling love songs soft and low

She hums along

Hands in dough

Says

“This is how the story goes”

First dance photo in a rusted frame

Wedding dress with a coffee stain

She laughs

“We fought

We stayed

We changed

But I would choose it all again”

Every era

Same heart

Beating through the static

Paper rings

Old scars

Somehow still a classic

You can trade the records

Change the tune

Still I’m running back to you

Every era

Same heart

Breaking

Healing

Magic

Dad’s old car on the gravel road

Tape stuck in

That summer glow

Tells me

“Son

I let one go

Thought forever meant forever

Though”

Dashboard light on his tired face

Says

“I still dream of that other place”

I watch his fingers trace the air

Like he’s holding what is not there

Every season rewrites what we’re singing

Leaves fall

Snow shines

Clocks keep spinning

You can change the station

Change who’s there

Still you feel them in the chair

Every season rewrites what we’re keeping and what we’re leaving

College hallway

Busted phone

Your last text says

“I need room”

Echoes loud in that borrowed room

Posters peeling

Late-June gloom

We shared fries

Secrets

Midnight trains

Now you pack up all your frames

Leave your sweatshirt on my chair

Smells like you

Like you still care

We were wildfire

Slow rain

Tangled in the after

Inside jokes

Lost plans

Silence after laughter

You erased the photos

Changed your name

Still my tongue remembers the taste of your name

We were wildfire

Slow rain

Nothing here comes faster

Now I’m older in a quieter flat

Plants in the window

A sleepy cat

Dating apps and nervous laughs

Learning how to trust all that

You pour tea

Stay past midnight

Talk about your past goodbyes

We swap stories

Wince and grin

Let a fragile future wander in

If we’re careful

Soft-spoken

Maybe we can hold this

Let the old ghosts sit down

Watch us while we fold this

All the shattered pieces they left behind

You and I can trace a new design

If we’re careful

Soft-spoken

Maybe we can grow this

Every decade

Same ache in the chest (Oh)

Different jackets

Same unrest

We keep learning the rise

The fall

How to answer the reckless call

Grandma’s hands

Dad’s tired eyes

Your old hoodie

Our new tries

Every story rhymes a little

Different words

Same middle

If we’re careful

Soft-spoken

Maybe we can hold this

Let the old ghosts sit down

Watch us while we fold this

All the shattered pieces they left behind

You and I can trace a new design

If we’re careful

Soft-spoken

Maybe we can grow this

Every era

Same heart

Beating through the static

Paper rings

Old scars

Somehow still a classic

You can trade the records

Change the tune

Still I’m running back to you

Every era

Same heart

Breaking

Healing

Magic