Dust and Neon

[Intro] [Chorus] Neon glows on dusty glass, Another lonely hour passed. My old harmonica sighs, Underneath these fading skies. This record store, my only friend, Waiting for the bitter end. [Verse] Worn-out jacket, faded brown, Just another stop in this strange town. Lost my band, lost my way, Another broken touring day. Smoke curls up, a silent plea, For some kind of company. Empty streets, a hollow sound, Nowhere left to be found. [Pre-Chorus] These silent shelves hold stories old, More than silver, more than gold. I hear them whisper in the dim light, Through this long and endless night. [Chorus] Neon glows on dusty glass, Another lonely hour passed. My old harmonica sighs, Underneath these fading skies. This record store, my only friend, Waiting for the bitter end. [Verse] Second-hand blues, a whispered tune, Underneath a pale, tired moon. Each scratched disc, a memory, Playing back what used to be. My breath makes music, thin and low, For the ghosts of long ago. Just me and vinyl, side by side, Nowhere left for me to hide. [Pre-Chorus] The streetlights blur, a weary gaze, Lost in this concrete maze. The clock hands crawl, so slow, so deep, Secrets that the shadows keep. [Chorus] Neon glows on dusty glass, Another lonely hour passed. My old harmonica sighs, Underneath these fading skies. This record store, my only friend, Waiting for the bitter end. [Bridge] The city sleeps, a concrete dream, I'm just a shadow, so it seems. But in this silence, I can feel, A little something, true and real. A melody that calls my name, Fanning an old, forgotten flame. Maybe morning brings a sign, That this lost soul still can shine. [Chorus] Neon glows on dusty glass, Another lonely hour passed. My old harmonica sighs, Underneath these fading skies. This record store, my only friend, Waiting for the bitter end. [Outro]