Lyric

Yesterday's footprints fading in the sand

Clock hands spinning like a DJ’s demand

Lost moments, stacked like crates in the attic

Dust on the vinyl, life’s static erratic

Memory lane, it’s a cracked old road

Potholes filled with stories untold

Skipped stones sinking where dreams used to float

Echoes in the breeze from a weathered old coat

It’s never too late to rewind the tape

Rewind the tape, escape the weight

Never too late, we reshape, recreate

No expiration on a life reawake

Bicycle spokes sang songs of the past

Cardboard clipped, every spin a contrast

Streetlights hummed, the night’s lullaby

Sky painted purple where the stars still lie

Grandma’s porch swing creaking in time

Back when lemonade tasted divine

Old Polaroids stacked, faded in hues

Capturing laughter, a snapshot of truth

Moments missed, but never erased

Even in shadow, the light finds a space