The story
He keeps finding the past where the lights still burn.
He drives past the studios and neon on Music Row, where every storefront seems to know her name and every song on the radio sounds like it used to be theirs. The city keeps moving, but he stalls in the glare, measuring what was said against what was lost. By the time the last light fades, he is still parked there, listening for one more turn that never comes.
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Lyrics
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