Ghosts of Could’ve Been

In the quiet of the night, I hear echoes in the wind

Footsteps of the life I dreamed, but never let begin

A voice that whispers softly, a name I used to know

A version of myself that I had to let go

Every corner, every street,

Holds a shadow of defeat

Not in anger, not in pain,

Just the silence that remains

These are the ghosts of could’ve been

Dancing in the might-have-been

Lovers, chances, neon skies,

All the truths we dressed in lies

Flickers in a rearview scene

Of the dreams we couldn’t win

Haunted by the quiet end

Of the ghosts of could’ve been

I saw a spark in someone’s eyes, that never turned to flame

A letter left unopened, with no one left to blame

A song I wrote but never sang, a path I didn’t take

Moments lost in passing time, no way to recreate

Was it fate or just delay,

That we drifted far away?

I don’t cry, but I still feel

What the silence tried to heal

These are the ghosts of could’ve been

Lingering beneath the skin

Jobs we dreamed, the roads we missed,

All the stars we never kissed

Living in the in-between

Of what was and might have been

Stories with no ink to spend

Just the ghosts of could’ve been

[BRIDGE] (spoken softly or half-sung)

Maybe in some other life,

You said yes, or I tried twice

Maybe in some distant place,

I still see your face

These are the ghosts of could’ve been

Calling through the autumn wind

Echoes carved in memory

Of a life that wasn’t me

Bittersweet, not quite regret

Just a weight I can’t forget

I don’t fight, I let them in —

These ghosts of could’ve been

[OUTRO] (instrumental fade-out, soft vocal ad-libs)

Mmm… the ghosts of could’ve been…

Let them in… let them in…