jazz folk vocal

[Intro – gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft brush drums] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – warm guitar arpeggios, subtle double bass hum] Pages curled where the sun used to lean Names half-erased, a faded magazine A pressed clover from the summer we met Coffee rings where our secrets were kept [Chorus – soft trumpet accent, warm harmonies] Oh, this old book holds the ghosts of the hours Laughs that faded, quiet little powers Lines that blur where the past meets the now A song that still hums when the lights die out [Verse 2 – light piano trill, slow brush drum shuffle] Ticket stubs from a show we forgot the name A poem scribbled in the pouring rain A lock of hair from the dog we once lost Words we spoke that we never could cost [Chorus – layered vocal harmonies, swelling double bass] Oh, this old book holds the ghosts of the hours Laughs that faded, quiet little powers Lines that blur where the past meets the now A song that still hums when the lights die out [Bridge – sparse guitar, soft vocal ad-libs] I trace the edges of the stories we left The quiet gaps where the silence is deaf No need to fix what the years have worn thin This old journal’s where my heart still lives in [Solo – mellow trumpet melody, soft guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full jazz folk ensemble, warm and intimate] Oh, this old book holds the ghosts of the hours Laughs that faded, quiet little powers Lines that blur where the past meets the now A song that still hums when the lights die out [Outro – fading guitar, soft brush drum tap] Pages closed, but the song won’t end Whispers linger, my old friend