Homesick For The Past

[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
And I swear I hear the echoes call my name
Like I belong in a black-and-white frame
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
And I swear I hear the echoes call my name
Like I belong in a love song’s last refrain
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Final Chorus]
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
[Outro]
There’s a song on the radio, soft and low
And for a moment, I’m not alone

1950s melancholy, slow bass electronica, melodious female voice.