Dusty corners, evening light streams low
This old record store, where time moves slow
Flipping through covers, worn and known
Feels like a quiet world of my own
Old familiar melody takes flight
Forgotten moments shining bright
Like a faded photograph I see
A younger version smiling back at me
That scent of paper, vinyl, and age
Choosing an LP, turning a page
The needle drops, that gentle sound
Music brings the memories around
Old familiar melody takes flight
Forgotten moments shining bright
Like a faded photograph I see
A younger version smiling back at me
Crackle and pop, the record spins slow
This analog comfort helps my heart glow
Lost in the music, just for a while
Like the song flows... like time goes...
Warmly... softly it shows...