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Back Roads To Myself
Lyricist：Beckett Wyn
Composer：Beckett Wyn
Producer：Beckett Wyn
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Pulled off by the rusted sign
Town name faded in the paint
Same old diner
Different faces
Even silence seems to age
Corner store is a coffee chain now
But the sidewalk crack still leans
Right where we carved first initials
Kids with paper thin dreams
I am just walking these old hometown streets
Passing ghosts I used to be
Every window holds a version
Of a man I could not keep
Slow steps
Slow breath
Slow heartbeat
In the glow of the closing week
I am not chasing what I lost back then
Just these old hometown streets
There is my bus stop
Chipped blue bench
Chewed up gum beneath the rail
First smoke
First fight
First goodbye
Thought leaving meant I would never fail
Mama house has different curtains
Same rosebush by the drive
Mailbox leans like it remembers
Every year I stayed outside
I am just walking these old hometown streets
Passing ghosts I used to be
Every window holds a version
Of a man I could not keep
Slow steps
Slow breath
Slow heartbeat
In the glow of the closing week
I am not chasing what I lost back then
Just these old hometown streets
Funny how the past feels closer
When the road behind is long
I do not want my younger hunger
Just a place my hands belong
If I am honest with the darkness
Leaning into what I have seen
Maybe home am not on a map now
Just the miles inside of me
I am just walking these old hometown streets
Letting go of who I would be
Every shutter
Every front porch
Says there is room for what I have seen
Slow steps
Slow breath
Slow heartbeat
Nothing left I need to cheat
I ain t looking to turn back time
Just to meet myself
On these old hometown streets
