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Echoes of Tomorrow

Blowing Bubba

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Verse 1
What is time
but a whisper slipping past my ribs?
I watch the minutes fall
like dust I can’t hold in my fists.
Every morning feels the same—
same cup, same stare, same sigh.
I keep dreaming of the stars,
but I never seem to reach the sky.

Pre-Chorus
I keep waiting for the cards
to fall neatly in my lap,
but they scatter on the floor
and I can’t make sense of that.

Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
right between my fingers.
Monotony wraps around me,
a shadow that always lingers.
I’m dancing through this 9 to 5,
too tired to realign.
Dreaming of the stars,
but I’m always running out of time.

Verse 2
Some days I wonder
if I’m growing or just drifting.
I feel the years pressing down—
quiet, heavy, shifting.
I trace constellations
on the cold glass of a train,
watching moments pass me by
that I’ll never get again.

Pre-Chorus
I keep waiting for the cards
to fall neatly in my lap,
but fate keeps shuffling sideways
and I can’t keep track.

Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
right between my fingers.
Monotony wraps around me,
a shadow that always lingers.
I’m dancing through this 9 to 5,
too tired to realign.
Dreaming of the stars,
but I’m always running out of time.

Bridge
Tell me—
is there meaning hiding somewhere
in these hours I survive?
Is there a way to hold the moment,
to feel a little more alive?

Final Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
a quiet thief I can’t outrun.
And I’m still not sure
if my story has even begun.
Still dancing through this 9 to 5,
still waiting for a sign,
still dreaming of the stars
before I run out of time.


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