Echoes Down The Aisle

Through the echoes of the time that's lost Marching forth at such a haunting cost Vintage posters, tattered, wearing frost Our history's treasures that the earth has tossed [Pre-Chorus] Fallen cities crumbling under skies so grey In bygone beauty where the old jukebox would play In the wasteland of forgotten lands Ruins whisper, tales of olden bands Scavenge dreams beneath the dust so grand While tunes from '50s play on ghostly stands [Chorus] Oh, come home, come home Come home to the world we've roamed, yeah Spin that record, let it crackle and hum Send those voices through the fallout and drums Shadows sway to the rhythm, lost in time In the heart of decay, those memories chime [Pre-Chorus] Footsteps wander past scenes overgrown The dance of the past, where the seeds of hope were sown Misty diner with its neon lights dimmed Empty booth where a love story skimmed Dusty vinyls spinning tales of yore The jukebox magic we just can't ignore [Chorus] Oh, come home, come home To the echoes of the days we've known, yeah