π»ππ πΎπππππππ ββββββββββββββ Lyrics Β© 2026 Maris S. Gentle notes curl through quiet talk Worn tables keep their usual crowd Fresh-cleaned air carries hints of oak Old daylight slips through thinning clouds The front door sighs and swings once more, then in he comes The same worn stool, the same dark drink The talks resume as if they'd never paused He greets the barman with the same familiar grin Another face the afternoon has seen a thousand times before And soon enough he's gone again His glass runs dry, he gives one nod and off to work he goes The melody that fills the room remains one and the same He plays the first song as the door opens wide You never know which lives will meet He plays the last song as the door shuts tight You never know what threads will keep Some linger only for a song then fade into the world Some remain and grow familiar as the seasons turn The windowpane now trembles from new weight outside More strangers shake the weather from their coats Among them stands one face that caught his eye Unsure which way to turn, or where he goes He's seen that scene play out many times before Some proved fleeting, others found their place somehow For now he's just another stranger in the room Though every now and then one rises from the crowd His nightingale arrives as daylight starts to fade She finds her way once more behind the stage It's his time now to wake the room and shape the night So paths that never would have crossed unite He plays the first song as the door opens wide You never know which lives will meet He plays the last song as the door shuts tight You never know what threads will keep Some linger only for a song then fade into the world Some remain and grow familiar as the seasons turn
