[Verse 1]
The audition room smelled like stale coffee and old streetlight,
Mic cut out on the last line, curtains flicked a tired white.
You held a folded lyric sheet with a corner singed and torn,
A "NO" stamped on the door where you'd practiced since you were born.
You walked home under sodium halos, guitar case clenched like a prayer,
Left your ticket stub in the pocket — proof you once stood there.
[Pre-Chorus]
Broken echoes, borrowed time,
One small breath, one steady climb.
[Chorus]
Call my name on the skyline — bright as a matchbox star,
I'll stitch my map with polaroids and thread the city scars.
Run the neon along my veins, make this moment loudly mine,
Call my name on the skyline — I will answer with a light.
[Verse 2]
Midway the road, rain learned to speak like cymbals on tin roofs,
You hitched a ride with strangers, traded fear for second truths.
Closed doors and crumpled letters, you fed them to the sink and watched steam rise,
Midnight coins for a ticket, a train whistle like a promise, small and wise.
You learned the open chord on an evening that smelled of fry oil and rain,
Played until your fingers bled a map of maps — a compass made from pain.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every stumble taught the way,
Step by step, bite by day.
[Chorus]
Call my name on the skyline — bright as a matchbox star,
I'll stitch my map with polaroids and thread the city scars.
Run the neon along my veins, make this moment loudly mine,
Call my name on the skyline — I will answer with a light.
[Bridge]
At three a.m. you burned the mail that told you to stay small,
Traded the steady paycheck for a one-way seat and risked it all.
You chose the voice instead of silence, the single road instead of rest,
You risked the shape of comfort for the shape of what you loved best.
And in that smoky bathroom glow you learned what bravery sounds like:
It was the quiet click of a lock, the hurried slam of a new life.
[Instrumental Break]
[Guitar rises, drums snap — 12 bars]
[Vocal Ad-lib — soft then soaring]
Ooh — ah — call my name, call my name...
[Final Chorus — Varied]
Call my name on the skyline — now the skyline answers back,
I stitch my map with polaroids, turn every scar into a track.
Neon rivers run through me, and the city keeps my time,
Call my name on the skyline — now the skyline calls me mine.
[Outro]
A last streetlight blinks like punctuation on the night,
You walk a different city now — your shadow keeps the light.
Keep those polaroids in your pocket, and the ticket stub that proved you tried,
The skyline holds your echo — and you hold the sky inside.
