Homesick For The Past

There’s a song on the radio, soft and low

From a time I never got to know

Faded pictures, strangers’ faces

Still, it feels like home in unfamiliar places

And I swear I hear the echoes call my name

Like I belong in a black-and-white frame

I’m homesick for the past, for days I’ve never seen

For vinyl crackles, silver screens, and nights in ‘63

Like a memory I borrowed, a dream I can’t outgrow

I miss a world that never was, and I don’t even know why so

Letters written in old typewriter keys

Stories carved in weathered city streets

I chase the ghosts of lives I never had

Drunk on the bittersweet of wishing back

And I swear I hear the echoes call my name

Like I belong in a love song’s last refrain

I’m homesick for the past, for days I’ve never seen

For vinyl crackles, silver screens, and nights in ‘63

Like a memory I borrowed, a dream I can’t outgrow

I miss a world that never was, and I don’t even know why so

Maybe in another life, I walked those neon nights

Maybe I danced where the jukebox lights shined bright

Maybe I was someone else, lost inside a time that felt

Like a story left behind

I’m homesick for the past, for days I’ve never seen

For love notes tucked in paper sleeves and slow-danced melodies

Like a memory I borrowed, a dream I can’t outgrow

I miss a world that never was… and I don’t even know why so

There’s a song on the radio, soft and low

And for a moment, I’m not alone