Dust & Dandelions

[Chorus] City lights can't dim the glow Of that dusty vinyl glow Spinning records, soft and low In my hometown, long ago Now the streets are hard and fast But that summer's built to last And a worn-out, rusted song Still plays where I belong [Verse] Every Saturday at three Slipping out, just her and me In that shop on Main Street Smell of paper, old and sweet Heard the crackle, heard the hiss A moment I would never miss White-haired man with knowing eyes Beneath those summer skies [Pre-Chorus] Canvas shoes with worn-out soles Chasing dreams and distant goals Watching dust motes softly dance Caught in a nostalgic trance Sunbeams through the blinds would creep Secrets that the old shop keep [Chorus] City lights can't dim the glow Of that dusty vinyl glow Spinning records, soft and low In my hometown, long ago Now the streets are hard and fast But that summer's built to last And a worn-out, rusted song Still plays where I belong [Verse] He'd play the hits, the blues, the jazz Each one a perfect, timeless phrase From a turntable, shiny chrome Making that old shop my home Saw the dandelions on the sill Time was standing perfectly still A melody, a sweet refrain Washing over me like rain [Pre-Chorus] Canvas shoes with worn-out soles Chasing dreams and distant goals Watching dust motes softly dance Caught in a nostalgic trance Sunbeams through the blinds would creep Secrets that the old shop keep [Chorus] City lights can't dim the glow Of that dusty vinyl glow Spinning records, soft and low In my hometown, long ago Now the streets are hard and fast But that summer's built to last And a worn-out, rusted song Still plays where I belong [Bridge] Packed my bags, I had to leave So many things I couldn't believe Would fade away, would disappear But that music conquers fear Now I'm miles and years apart But it's etched within my heart That melody, a whispered plea From a girl I used to be [Verse] Late at night, the city sleeps But my memory still keeps That familiar, scratching sound On sacred, hallowed ground The scent of aged paperbacks No turning, no looking back Just the echo, clear and bright Bathed in pale moonlight [Outro] Dust and dandelions blow In the summer's fading glow Still I hear the needle fall In that shop, I gave my all