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My Old High School Yearbook

Qapla
Contemplative Southern country ballad in slow 4/4 at 66–74 BPM with a haunting, soulful tone, Sparse acoustic guitar opens with expressive pedal steel swells and mournful fiddle lines answering the vocal, Light brushed drums and warm electric bass enter gently, keeping space and restraint, Lead vocal is a remorseful tenor male voice, intimate and emotionally raw, carrying both verses and chorus with minimal harmony support—only subtle, low backing voices in the chorus, Pedal steel and fiddle remain prominent throughout, trading fills between lines, Include a tasteful electric guitar instrumental break before Verse 3, slightly overdriven but smooth and melodic, Verse 3 pulls back dynamically, then rises slightly into the final chorus, Outro slows and deepens, with lingering steel and fiddle creating a regretful, fading finish, Last two lines are spoken without music then music fades off with mournful crying pedal steel guitar

Dust in the sunlight, attic room air Box full of memories waitin’ up there Cracked leather cover, faded blue ink I open the past in the space of a blink Friendships we thought would never end Signing our names like time was our friend Promises written in silver and gold Funny how forever gets old I’m looking through my old high school yearbook tonight Smiling at memories in black and white Circles and arrows, hearts on a page We were so certain at that young age Every “stay sweet” and “don’t ever change” Feels like it’s written in a different age I turn the page slow, careful as I look Through my old high school yearbook Jenny's standing there in varsity red Said she’d be famous, last I heard she fled Mark swore he’d be first to leave this place Now he's the Mayor after winning the last race Football lights on Friday nights First slow dance under gymnasium lights We counted the days till we’d be free Now that freedom feels like misery I’m looking through my old high school yearbook tonight Smiling at memories in black and white Inside jokes only we understood Ink bleeding through like it always would Every “call me” and “friends for life” Lost somewhere in the noise and strife Looking at those friends that death later took Now just faces in this old high school yearbook Where did the fire in our eyes go? When did the future turn into “I don’t know”? We were more than just small-town kids More than the mistakes we did Some moved on, some stayed close Some are just stories nobody knows Most left to chase their career But for tonight they’re all right here I’m looking through my old high school yearbook tonight Finding pieces of who I was inside Every autograph, every senior quote Can still remember the words I wrote In those faded halls of memory's glare Was it really a better time back there Close the cover, set it down slow Funny how the past won't let you go Dust in the sunlight, attic room air Guess it's time to head down the stair I close the cover, till next I look Through this old high school yearbook