Verse 1
One-way tickets, faded maps,
Bus stop dreams and cold train tracks,
Five bucks a day and faith to roam,
The world was big, but we felt at home.

Verse 2
Midnight fires and borrowed time,
Spinning Dylan’s tangled rhymes,
Back when silence had a sound,
And peace was more than just a noun.

Chorus
Oh, the roads we left behind,
Turned to dust, but still we find,
A trace of love, a thread of rhyme,
In the songs we sang in simpler times.

Verse 3
Letters home from far-off lands,
Ink-stained fingers, calloused hands,
We swore we’d never lose our way,
But nothing gold is meant to stay.

Verse 4
Now wisdom whispers where youth once screamed,
The past’s still real, but it feels like a dream,
We fought for love, we stood for peace,
And found that time’s the great release.

Turn-Around
Lay, lady, lay… but the bed’s been made,
The echoes fade, but the songs still play.

Outro
And though we walk new roads today,
We feel the past, it never strays…