Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Needle drops on the black wax Dusty crates in the back stacks Coffee cold in a cracked mug Shelves heavy with a rhythmic tug Main Street sleeps in a grey haze Lost in the blue note maze Sorting through the dollar bins Where the silent history begins [Pre-Chorus] Found a note in a Miles sleeve Stories that you won't believe Cursive script on a faded page Wisdom from a different age Folded neat like a hidden prayer Lingering in the static air [Chorus] Ghost notes in the grooves tonight Traces under the neon light Ink bleeds on the heavy card Living life can be so hard Spinning truths at eighty-six Caught within the sonic mix We are just the echoes left Of a love that’s been bereft [Post-Chorus] (Spinning slow, let it go) (Everything we used to know) (In the dust, in the rust) (Who can we really trust?) [Verse] “Dear Evelyn, I’m coming home” Written while he roamed in Rome Tucked inside a Coltrane side Secrets that the dead would hide A pressed flower in the cardboard fold Silver stories turned to gold Ink smudged by a lonely tear Whispers that I start to hear Small town hearts and bigger dreams Ripping at the vintage seams [Hook] Flip the disc, catch the vibe Keep the human spark alive From the pen to the plate Writing down a brand new fate [Bridge] I’m just the keeper of the gate Watching time and watching fate This town is small, the world is wide Nowhere left for us to hide We leave pieces of our soul Trying just to feel whole In a handwritten goodbye Underneath a vinyl sky [Verse] Baritone grit on the microphone Walking down this path alone Flip the record, start the B-side Nowhere left for them to hide I fold the paper, tuck it back Keep the history on the track Human heart in a plastic sleeve Giving us a reason to believe The trumpet wails a smoky tune Underneath a paper moon [Chorus] Ghost notes in the grooves tonight Traces under the neon light Ink bleeds on the heavy card Living life can be so hard Spinning truths at eighty-six Caught within the sonic mix We are just the echoes left Of a love that’s been bereft [Breakdown] (Vinyl crackle, trumpet solo) (Scratch the hook, let it flow) (Finger cymbals, keep it tight) (Into the middle of the night) [Outro]
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