[Verse 1] I woke with the sun trying to pretend it’s all okay Rings on the toaster a voicemail from yesterday Folder of bills on the table like a small hometown map I’m walking through the quiet it’s a faded photograph
[Prechorus] And I wonder where it went wrong Like a half-forgotten song
[Chorus] Oh this small town map leads nowhere fast Roads of paper dreams that never last Tracing every line but they just overlap I’m lost again in this small town map
[Verse 2] Mailbox leans like it’s tired of standing still Clouds roll in heavy but they never seem to spill Windows creak open like they’ve got something to say But their whispers fade just like the light of day
[Prechorus] And I wonder if it’s too late To rewrite this interstate
[Chorus] Oh this small town map leads nowhere fast Roads of paper dreams that never last Tracing every line but they just overlap I’m lost again in this small town map
Styl muzyki
introspective, folk-pop, acoustic-driven with warm harmonies