Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@Caronte-f1r/videos Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 That Greyhound ticket burned like teenage dreams, Emily waved through gasoline station steam. Promised her stars from some Hollywood sign, Now my rearview mirror shows this ghost town line. Main Street’s clocks all stopped in ’79, Dusty guitars where we’d harmonize, The Five & Dime’s now a vaping store - But I still park by your daddy’s old barn door. Emily… I’m just a vinyl scratch on your county map, Emily… Twenty years too late with this ring in my cap. The neon prayers we sprayed on water towers, Now just haunt the rain of my rented hours… Your mom’s rose bush claws my motel wall, Same moon we kissed under still hears my call. Jukebox joints play our teenage mixtape, But your daughter’s eyes tell me I’m too late. The band’s gold records line my coffin walls, Empty tours chasing empty curtain calls, That Gibson wails what my tongue can’t say - Should’ve loved you more than the damned highway. The diner’s light still burns pumpkin pie orange, Your wedding photo’s got my old guitar strap edge, The highway’s chorus fades into crickets’ hum - Turns out leaving’s easy… coming back’s the damn sum.
