[Verse 1 – hushed, late-night tone]
My street’s half-lit like it’s holding its breath,
Every porch dim, every step quiet as death.
Your old sneakers are still by my bedroom wall—
Guess I kept them hoping you might call.
The wind moves slow through the ivy fence,
Feels like the world’s stuck in past tense.
I scroll through messages I’ll never send,
Funny how distance grows where we used to blend.
[Pre-Chorus – soft strings drifting in like a memory]
I still hear your footsteps on the pavement,
Echo like a promise we never meant.
I wanna reach out, but your voice might shake—
And heartbreak cuts deeper this late.
[Chorus – mellow pads, whispered doubles]
These midnight driveways don’t feel right,
Not since you packed up your quiet light.
Every parked car looks like that night,
Frozen moments holding on too tight.
If you’re staring out a window somewhere new,
Feeling that pull the way I do…
Just know this block still wears your mark—
Your echo lingers after dark.
[Verse 2 – deeper, warmer piano]
Your mailbox still has paint chipped down the side,
I walk by slow like there’s something to hide.
Your curtains drawn, but I catch myself
Checking the glass like you’re still on the shelf.
The crosswalk beeps with your old rhythm,
I swear my chest moves just to mimic ’em.
These roads learned your story line by line—
They whisper it back when I cross the sign.
[Pre-Chorus 2 – strings swell but stay soft]
I keep seeing your smile on the corner turn,
Warm enough to make the streetlamps burn.
I wanna reach out, but I know the sting—
You’d let it ring and I’d feel everything.
[Chorus – fuller, more emotional]
These midnight driveways don’t feel right,
Not since you packed up your quiet light.
Every parked car looks like that night,
Frozen moments holding on too tight.
If you’re staring out a window somewhere new,
Feeling that pull the way I do…
Just know this block still wears your mark—
Your echo lingers after dark.
[Bridge – whisper-soft, airy pads + soft vinyl hiss]
Maybe someday we’ll meet in the same breeze,
Exchange small smiles like strangers do with ease.
Till then, I’ll leave a bulb on low—
Enough to remember… not enough to show.
[Final Chorus – stripped, intimate, breathy]
These midnight driveways still call your name,
Even as hours shift and hearts rearrange.
If you think of me when the world feels thin…
I’m here at the curb where your nights begin.
[Outro – faint piano + a lone cricket + distant engine fade]
Yeah…
Still keeping space…
On this street that held us both.
