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
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