Golden Hour Stubs

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust motes dance in golden light
Everything feels soft and right
Cardboard lid is tucked away
Hidden from the light of day
Ticket stubs in messy piles
Tracing back the many miles
[Pre-Chorus]
Faded ink on ragged edges
Promises and silent pledges
I remember every show
Where the wilder winds would blow
[Chorus]
I didn't need the city glow
I let the heavy moments go
I chose the garden and the gate
I didn't leave my life to fate
It’s a quiet kind of pride
With nothing left for me to hide
[Verse]
Eighty-four in London town
Trying not to let them down
But the kitchen floor needed wood
So I stayed exactly where I should
Smallest wins are built to last
Buried in the distant past
[Pre-Chorus]
Coffee stains on paper hearts
How the simple magic starts
Every stub is just a sign
Of a life that’s truly mine
[Chorus]
I didn't need the city glow
I let the heavy moments go
I chose the garden and the gate
I didn't leave my life to fate
It’s a quiet kind of pride
With nothing left for me to hide
[Bridge]
The Wurlitzer hums a steady tune
Underneath a rising moon
I am not the man I was
Simply just because
I found the grace in being still
On this quiet little hill
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Sunlight hits the cedar beam
Waking from a half-lived dream
I don't miss the midnight flight
Or the ringing in the night
I would choose this chair again
In the sun or in the rain
[Chorus]
I didn't need the city glow
I let the heavy moments go
I chose the garden and the gate
I didn't leave my life to fate
It’s a quiet kind of pride
With nothing left for me to hide
[Post-Chorus]
Just a quiet kind of pride
Nothing left for me to hide
Just the gold within the dust
In the choices I can trust
[Outro]