Echoes of the Past

[Verse 1]  
In the quiet of the evening’s hush,  
I hear a whisper, soft as a brush.  
Stories told through the halls of time,  
Echoes of a love once so divine.
[Chorus]  
Echoes of the past, calling me back home,  
Voices in the night, guiding when I roam.  
Memories like shadows, gentle and vast,  
Holding on tight to echoes of the past.
[Verse 2]  
Old records playing in a dusty room,  
Melodies weaving through the silent gloom.  
Every note a thread that ties me close,  
To the ones I’ve loved, the ones I miss most.
[Chorus]  
Echoes of the past, calling me back home,  
Voices in the night, guiding when I roam.  
Memories like shadows, gentle and vast,  
Holding on tight to echoes of the past.
[Bridge – Jazz Instrumental Solo]  
Saxophone cries, piano sighs,  
Telling stories without disguise.  
A soulful journey through time’s embrace,  
Finding comfort in a sacred place.
[Final Chorus]  
Echoes of the past, calling me back home,  
Voices in the night, guiding when I roam.  
Memories like shadows, gentle and vast,  
Holding on tight to echoes of the past.
[Outro – Fading Piano and Soft Horn]  
Echoes… echoes… echoes of the past…

Slow, moody jazz with soulful storytelling lyrics.