Track Insight / Lyrics
Cicadas drone a velvet plea,
Heat hangs heavy over me.
Brick and blossom, slow and deep,
Atlanta breathes itself to sleep.
I'm a porch swing, weathered gray,
Watch the long, hot hours sway.
Shadows stretch and softly creep,
Secrets the old houses keep.
Magnolia hum, a lullaby,
Beneath the Georgia summer sky.
Dust motes dance in golden streams,
Lost in half-remembered dreams.
Fireflies blink, a coded sign,
Whispering through the jasmine vine.
Sweet tea steams, a cooling grace,
Time unwinds at a slower pace.
Magnolia hum, a lullaby,
Beneath the Georgia summer sky.
Dust motes dance in golden streams,
Lost in half-remembered dreams.
I feel the weight of every year,
Laughter, loss, and silent tear.
Generations come and gone,
Carried on the evening song.
Magnolia hum, a lullaby,
Beneath the Georgia summer sky.
Dust motes dance in golden streams,
Lost in half-remembered dreams.
The asphalt sighs, a cooling sheen,
Reflecting lights, a silver scene.
A distant train, a mournful call,
Everything changes, yet stays the same for all.
Barefoot steps on splintered wood, Childhood echoes understood.
A porch light glows, a gentle hue,
Stories whispered, old and new.
Magnolia hum, a lullaby,
Beneath the Georgia summer sky.
Dust motes dance in golden streams,
Lost in half-remembered dreams.
Cicadas fade, a whispered sigh,
As the first pale stars drift by.
Magnolia hum… softly low…
Atlanta dreams… and lets go.
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