"Echoes From The Past"
[Intro]
Wind moves through the canyons; sun settles on the stone
He walks where the past is carved and the past, unknown
His geo pick, and footfalls echoes on the canyon floor
Searching for treasures and a past he barely knew before
[Verse 1]
He maps the bones beneath the dust where ancient rivers ran
And tracks an ancient story told in stone, the rise and fall of man
From Mesa Verde's shadowed rooms to canyons carved in flame
He walks with ghosts of the past, and only the wind knows his name
[Verse 2]
His father left a worn, leather field book, the ink fading like the sky
Notes on forgotten ruins and fossil bed sketches, questions asking why
He never heard his old man's stories told, just silence in their place
Now every find is a thread that pulls him closer to his father's face
[Chorus]
Echoes through time, calling out from steep and endless cliffs
Whispers in the sandstone, of a lost lover's ancient kiss
Uncovering fossils in the firelight, and ruins in the clay
He's chasing his father's lost tomorrows in the dust of yesterday
[Verse 3]
In Colorado Monument, the red rock walls echo back his name
Through arches and natural amphitheaters, nothing stays the same
At Dinosaur, the stubborn earth gives up a rib, a tooth, or a spine
Proof that even these broken things endure the reach of deep time
[Bridge]
Some seek truth in the stars above, some dig it from the ground
He found his truth in a fossil bed, where silence makes a sound
The deeper down he's driven, the closer he can feel...
...the love that left too early, now uncovered, now made real
[Verse 4]
He kneels beside a handprint wall where sun and shadow play
And feels the pulse of ages past beat like thunder from far away
The past is not behind us now...
...it lives and breathes beneath our feet
In every layer, and every bone...
his father's heart still beats
[Chorus]
Echoes through time, calling out from steep and endless cliffs
Whispers in the sandstone, of a lost lover's ancient kiss
Uncovering fossils in the firelight, and ruins in the clay
He's chasing his father's lost tomorrows in the dust of yesterday
[Outro]
So if you find him out there still, alone beneath the sky
He's not ever lost—he's listening to the years go drifting by
Through every shard story line, he's heard what few will hear
The echoed voices of forever—still and strong and near...
...echoes from the past
...echoes he hears at last
