[Intro]
Late night, one mic, city hum like a metronome
Phone face-down, but every buzz feels like an echo of home
[Verse 1]
Streetlight flickers—I've been countin' cracks on the pavement
Smell of jasmine from Mom’s kitchen, midnight engagement
Mom's pot on the stove, steam rememberin' my name
Dad's tie draped on the chair like a map to every game
Sister's laugh on the voicemail—high, bright, contagious
Brother left his sneakers by the door, they look tenacious
I replay small things: the creak of the porch swing at dusk,
A Sunday radio hymn, old coffee stain on the bus
I hustle in neon, but my chest keeps gettin' hollow
Pocket full of cold receipts, but my heart's on tomorrow
Lines snap like elastic, I'm stretched thin, tension low
Every skyline I swallow tastes like chrome, not home
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep countin' the miles like they owe me a favor,
Clock hands grazing scars that I can't seem to savior
Photos on the dash like polaroids of better weather
I press my thumb to the glass—try to pull us together
[Chorus]
Echoes of home, yeah, they callin' my name
Echoes of home, in the quiet of pain
Echoes of home—plates, laughter, and rain
Echoes of home, I’m missin’ everything the same
[Verse 2]
Unsent letters folded neat in a jacket pocket
I scribbled apologies like decimals by the docket
Missed birthdays, missed bread on the table at six
Missed lullabies that fix you when life plays tricks
Dad said, "Kid, keep your head, don't let the world dictate"
But I left my compass in the airport, lost in the gate
I memorize the cadence of Mom's scold-soft reprimand,
How she folds grief into prayers like flour in her hand
Guilt's a heavy jacket I keep draped on the banister,
I whisper promises to photographs, every angle, every banter
The city gives me columns, headlines, fancy slogans,
But nothing buys back plates with gravy and the old wagon
[Pre-Chorus]
I call at midnight, the signal's thin and the line's brittle,
Hear the hum of the fridge like a hymn in the middle
Of a room full of echoes, of a life on replay,
Counting down the days till I'm back, till I stay
[Chorus]
Echoes of home, yeah, they callin' my name
Echoes of home, in the quiet of pain
Echoes of home—plates, laughter, and rain
Echoes of home, I’m missin’ everything the same
[Bridge - Beat switch / Voicemail Sample]
[Voicemail beep] "Hey, we saved you some—come when you can." [Voicemail ends]
Beat drops, heart pops—rapid-fire confessional:
I spit fast: sorry for the times I left the porch light off,
Sorry for the silence thicker than the winter's cough,
I owe late-night stories, I owe morning coffee steam,
I owe Mom a hug that stitches seams into dream
I trade bars for waterfalls of unsaid affection,
Counting souls, not followers—this is my correction
[Chorus - Full Band]
Echoes of home, yeah, they callin' my name
Echoes of home, in the quiet of pain
Echoes of home—plates, laughter, and rain
Echoes of home, I’m missin’ everything the same
[Outro]
I keep a window cracked for the breeze that smells like you,
I’ll stack my miles
