Years Turn Back

Years turn back. The city breeze beneath the overpass. I watch the lights crawl slow on wet concrete. Another shift done heading towards the flat. The radio plays songs I don't repeat. They say the old blues never really fade, Just hide beneath the new ones that we make. Years turn back when the morning breaks. Every choice, another path we take. Nothing stays, everything remakes. Years turn back. The Train pulls out at intervals I know. I count the stops before my station comes. Someone left a jacket on the seat below. The tunnel hums its pattern like a drone. They say the old blues never really fade, Just hide beneath the new ones that we make. Years turn back when the morning breaks. Every choice, another path we take. Nothing stays, everything remakes. Years turn back. I trace the map inside my head. The streets I walked when things were Different. The buildings lean the same as then. But I'm not Who I was back when. Years Turn back when the morning breaks. Every choice, another path we take. Nothing stays, everything remakes. Years turn back. The city breeze. The city breeze.