I’m staring at the ceiling in a quiet room
Trying to conjure up a face or a place
But thinking only brings me words to a story
The dates and the addresses, a historical sketch
I’m reaching for a moment of the life that I’ve lived
Like trying to become that person at that time again.
But every melody is like a memory
It speaks to me, it’s calling out my name
Takes me back to a place I’ve been
Before the world went and changed
Yeah, every song is like a time machine
The closest you can get to going back again.
There’s a certain song that tastes like summer rain
A song that brings it back again
Thinking only brings the logic, the "who" and "where" and "why"
But music brings the feel, the smell, the taste
I don't need a map to find the old house
I just need to hear that chorus to feel that I’m there again.
But every melody is like a memory
It speaks to me, it’s calling out my name
Takes me back to a place I’ve been
Before the world went and changed
Yeah, every song is like a time machine
The closest you can get to going back again
It’s the only way back
When the clock has moved forward
It’s the minute, it’s the air, it’s the feel of being there
A few notes in and suddenly... I’m there.
But every melody is like a memory
It speaks to me, it’s calling out my name
Takes me back to a place I’ve been
Before the world went and changed
Yeah, every song is like a time machine
The closest you can get to going back again
It’s the only way back.
Melody brings those feelings
Melody brings that day
Every melody...
Just a memory.