The Wanderera last echo

[Verse 1]
Footsteps stir the dust where the station’s heartbeat died,
Warm static in the rafters fades like something long denied.
A single slide note glows and drifts through corridors of gray,
Falling soft as memory in a place that turned away.

[Pre-Chorus]
Beats pulse low beneath the floor,
Like something knocking at a distant door.
What I carried here is mine no more—
The echo settles on the core.

[Chorus]
This is the Wanderer’s last echo,
Floating slow where forgotten winds blow.
A fading chord losing shape in the afterglow,
Falling through the dark in a quiet, weightless flow.

[Verse 2]
Neon flickers weakly on the metal near my feet,
Silent halls repeating rhythms older than the beat.
Harmonics bend in circles where the shadows hum along,
And the sliding note I follow feels both fragile, faint, and strong.

[Pre-Chorus]
Light breaks thin along the seam,
As if the void slipped into a dream.
Every sound I make redeems
A thread unraveling downstream.

[Chorus]
This is the Wanderer’s last echo,
Laid down slow in a softened tempo.
A lo-fi ghost drifting through the limbo—
Searching for a truth I let go.

[Bridge]
If sorrow has a rhythm, it’s the one beneath my stride,
A quiet trip-hop heartbeat the universe can’t hide.
Deep space holds the fragments of stories left untold,
And the echo I’ve been chasing is the part I couldn’t hold.

[Final Chorus]
This is the Wanderer’s last echo,
Warm static glowing in a crimson halo.
A final note slipping under the low-heat afterglow—
And the void exhales… letting me go.

solo slide-guitar with warm static hiss, slow lo-fi heartbeat, fading harmonics, deep-space sorrow, male