?"Paper Astronauts"?
(A wistful lullaby about childhood dreams and adult reality)
[Verse 1]
We built our rockets from cereal boxes,
Tinfoil wings in August heat.
Your mother's clothesline was our mission control,
Counting down to the neighbor's street...
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the constellations we drew with chalk,
Are just sidewalk ghosts after evening talk.
That lemonade stand where we saved our dimes,
Funds the therapy bills of our grownup times...
[Chorus]
Oh my paper astronaut,
Gravity's joke we never caught.
All those stars we tried to keep,
Now just light pollution in my sleep...
[Verse 2]
Your bicycle spokes still hum TV themes,
Through suburban nights and cul-de-sac dreams.
That "forever" vow in treehouse ink,
Faded when the developers came, I think...
[Bridge]
(Harmonica wail with vinyl crackle)
"Moon landings play...
On garage sale tapes...
While our childhood
Escapes through the drapes..."
[Outro]
The carousel horses have arthritis now,
Their chipped paint eyes forget our vows.
So when the supermarket lights go dim,
Find me where the fireflies pretend...
This nostalgic track suits acoustic guitar with subtle synth arpeggios. Would you prefer more urban or rural imagery? The song contrasts youthful imagination with adult disillusionment through domestic metaphors.
