Lyrics for Album "My Name is Trace"
01 - Trace at the Gate
Trace rides his wheels through the morning light,
New town, same silence, fading out of sight.
Family shadows, moving with the wind,
Every season starts, every season ends.
He stops at the steps of a fortress of noise,
A kingdom of strangers, a flood of their voice.
Brass and drums collide in a fevered parade,
He feels so small in the sound they’ve made.
And he wants to turn around,
Disappear without a sound.
Back to the ghost of yesterday,
Back to the roads that slip away.
But a hand breaks through the fear,
Suddenly he’s standing here.
The moment changes, soft and slow,
And the need to run lets go.
His heart is beating louder than the band,
The crowd a blur, he doesn’t understand.
Every town has walls he never climbs,
Every face erased by borrowed time.
He knows the script: hello and goodbye,
Never roots, just passing by.
But one small touch rewrites the scene,
And stops the story in between.
And he wants to turn around,
Disappear without a sound.
Back to the ghost of yesterday,
Back to the roads that slip away.
But a hand breaks through the fear,
Suddenly he’s standing here.
The moment changes, soft and slow,
And the need to run lets go.
The world was loud, the halls too wide,
But something pulled him back inside.
He doesn’t know, he doesn’t need,
A single spark can plant the seed.
And he won’t turn around,
He won’t fade without a sound.
Not to the ghost of yesterday,
Not to the roads that slip away.
A hand has found him in the crowd,
The silence speaks, the noise is drowned.
The moment changes, soft and slow,
And the need to run lets go.
02 - Ghosts on the Road
The classroom clock was faster than his mind,
Words on the board just blurred into lines.
Every thought returned to the spark of skin,
A fleeting touch he was drowning in.
The bell rings out, the crowd breaks free,
But his eyes search endlessly.
By his bike he stands, still and slow,
Waiting for someone he’ll never know.
Trace walks the road alone,
Pushing wheels that won’t roll home.
Through the silence, shadows grow,
Ghosts are waiting where he goes.
He drags the day like a heavy chain,
Through a house of quiet pain.
And he moves, but he’s not there,
Walking nowhere, breathing air.
The father lost in jobs he’ll never keep,
The mother silent, drowning deep.
Trace can hear their echoes fight,
Walls are trembling every night.
So he slows his pace, resists the door,
A drifting soul wants nothing more.
No place to rest, no place to stay,
Only roads that fade away.
Trace walks the road alone,
Pushing wheels that won’t roll home.
Through the silence, shadows grow,
Ghosts are waiting where he goes.
He drags the day like a heavy chain,
Through a house of quiet pain.
And he moves, but he’s not there,
Walking nowhere, breathing air.
That single moment in the morning light,
Still burning colors in the night.
A fragile hope, a quiet flame,
Against the weight of endless shame.
Trace walks the road alone,
Pushing wheels that won’t roll home.
Through the silence, shadows grow,
Ghosts are waiting where he goes.
And the world feels cold and bare,
But the memory keeps him there.
Though he moves, he’s not the same,
Whispering softly that unknown name.
03 - 5 A.M. Alarm
The phone buzzes sharp at five a.m.,
Pulls him out from a dream again.
In that world he could almost stay,
But reality drags the night away.
Through the walls the echoes cry,
Bottles broken, voices high.
He hesitates at his bedroom door,
Breath held still, can’t take much more.
Trace rides into the dawn,
Where the silence lingers on.
Empty streets and shadows wide,
Haunted heart he cannot hide.
Every turn, the question burns:
Will the touch return?
Trace rides into the dawn,
Chasing ghosts that pull him on.
The hallway reeks of bitter air,
Father lost in a broken stare.
Mother quiet in a house of glass,
As if the years don’t ever pass.
So he slips away without a sound,
No breakfast waiting, none to be found.
His wheels cut lines through the morning gray,
Carrying hopes that fade each day.
Trace rides into the dawn,
Where the silence lingers on.
Empty streets and shadows wide,
Haunted heart he cannot hide.
Every turn, the question burns:
Will the touch return?
Trace rides into the dawn,
Chasing ghosts that pull him on.
The memory glows, a fragile spark,
Guiding him through the heavy dark.
He doesn’t know if he’ll see that face,
But still he pedals, keeping pace.
Trace rides into the dawn,
Where the silence lingers on.
Empty streets and shadows wide,
Haunted heart he cannot hide.
Every turn, the question burns:
Will the touch return?
Trace rides into the dawn,
Chasing ghosts that pull him on.
04 - The Fountain and the Sun
He locks his bike before the day begins,
Empty gardens, silence in the wind.
A lonely bench beside a broken stream,
Carrying memories he cannot redeem.
Every season tore his roots away,
Every fight left another gray.
Bruises born from his father’s hands,
Defending shadows he can’t withstand.
But the water bursts alive,
Catching him in sudden light.
He stumbles back, the world collides,
And someone’s standing by his side.
A ray of sun, a fearless smile,
It feels like home for just a while.
His heart beats fast, his voice is gone,
But his silence smiles on.
The fountain spills, and the moment breaks,
Shattered fears that the morning shakes.
In the flood, his sorrow hides,
As if the past is pushed aside.
And then the spark returns again,
The one who touched his life back then.
He cannot speak, he cannot move,
But one small smile is all he proves.
For the water bursts alive,
Catching him in sudden light.
He stumbles back, the world collides,
And someone’s standing by his side.
A ray of sun, a fearless smile,
It feels like home for just a while.
His heart beats fast, his voice is gone,
But his silence smiles on.
In the rush of streams, the shadows fade,
For once the boy is not afraid.
A single moment, soft and true,
A hidden world comes into view.
The water bursts alive,
Catching him in sudden light.
He stumbles back, the world collides,
And someone’s standing by his side.
A ray of sun, a fearless smile,
It feels like home for just a while.
His heart beats fast, his fear undone,
And his silence smiles on.
05 - Under the Waterline
The world was still, the air was thin,
A quiet spark beneath their skin.
No words to speak, no need to try,
Just the rhythm of breath and sky.
The fountain’s echo fades to grey,
But hearts remembered where they stayed.
Two shadows close, the space between,
The softest touch, the unseen.
Under the waterline,
Where time forgets the line.
The world dissolved, the sound grew small,
And nothing mattered then at all.
Under the waterline,
Two souls in gentle rhyme.
No fear, no name, no sign,
Just the waterline.
A pulse of light, a trembling hand,
A secret neither could understand.
The air was gold, the night was near,
But silence spoke what both could hear.
It wasn’t fire, it wasn’t rain,
Just calm release, the sweetest pain.
A moment caught in endless space,
The world reflected in a face.
Under the waterline,
Where time forgets the line.
The world dissolved, the sound grew small,
And nothing mattered then at all.
Under the waterline,
Two souls in gentle rhyme.
No fear, no name, no sign,
Just the waterline.
If dreams could stay, they’d stay like this,
A fragile pulse, a weightless kiss.
A breath, a spark, a fleeting grace,
The sun reborn through another face.
Under the waterline,
Where hearts and light combine.
The echo fades, the shadows fall,
But he remembers most of all—
Under the waterline,
No fear, no name, no sign,
Just the waterline.
Under the waterline
06 - The Best Season
He carried a name like a fragile flame,
Shared in whispers, nothing the same.
A handshake, a smile, a sudden spark,
Chasing away the endless dark.
His chest was light, his pulse was fast,
Could this moment finally last?
Through crowded halls, the noise would fade,
A brighter world was being made.
Trace walks into the day,
The shadows fall away.
This season feels alive,
The one he’s waited for to arrive.
At last he sees the reason,
The start of a new season.
And every heartbeat tells him so:
He’s not alone, he’s not alone.
The classroom walls could never confine,
A secret glow he could not hide.
Every word, each fleeting glance,
Was the rhythm of a second chance.
A thousand moves from town to town,
But this time he won’t back down.
His broken roads have found their end,
And here begins where hearts can mend.
Trace walks into the day,
The shadows fall away.
This season feels alive,
The one he’s waited for to arrive.
At last he sees the reason,
The start of a new season.
And every heartbeat tells him so:
He’s not alone, he’s not alone.
The best of days has just begun,
The silence shattered by the sun.
For every tear that went unseen,
He finally steps into the dream.
Trace walks into the day,
The shadows fall away.
This season feels alive,
The one he’s waited for to arrive.
At last he sees the reason,
The start of a new season.
And every heartbeat tells him so:
He’s not alone, he’s not alone.
07 - Small Town Dream
Down the streets where the lights are low,
Two shadows move, and the night will glow.
Lakeside whispers, trails in the trees,
Every laugh carried on the breeze.
For the first time, he’s not alone,
Every secret has found a home.
Moments spin like carousel rings,
A fragile boy with unfolding wings.
Trace runs through the night,
Hearts alive in neon light.
Every street, every shining stream,
Feels like a dream, a dream.
Small town skies, wide and free,
Endless stars for him to see.
Every step, every bright scene,
Feels like a dream, a dream.
Bonfire nights and the music loud,
Dancing faces in the restless crowd.
Every season was once a cage,
Now it’s an open, endless stage.
Hand in hand through the quiet fields,
Wounds and scars begin to heal.
Even silence has turned to song,
This is the place where he belongs.
Trace runs through the night,
Hearts alive in neon light.
Every street, every shining stream,
Feels like a dream, a dream.
Small town skies, wide and free,
Endless stars for him to see.
Every step, every bright scene,
Feels like a dream, a dream.
Time may move, and towns may fade,
But the memory will never change.
In his chest, the fire stays,
Lighting up his golden days.
Trace runs through the night,
Hearts alive in neon light.
Every street, every shining stream,
Feels like a dream, a dream.
Small town skies, wide and free,
Endless stars for him to see.
Every step, every bright scene,
Feels like a dream… a dream.
08 - Bonfire Sky
The night was painted in electric flame,
Names on smoke that never stayed the same.
Laughter fell like sparks in flight,
Two hearts lost beneath the light.
The rhythm slow, the world turned wide,
The stars leaned down, no need to hide.
A whisper close, a fleeting sigh,
The air was fire, the ground was sky.
Under the bonfire sky,
Where the world said goodbye.
Ashes on skin, hearts collide,
Something woke that never died.
Under the bonfire sky,
No words, no reason why.
Only the sound of being alive,
Under the bonfire sky.
Time bent soft like willow trees,
Breath and rhythm, waves and knees.
The earth was warm, the night was deep,
A secret promise they would keep.
The song grew faint, the lights turned slow,
The flames drew shapes they’d never know.
No need to speak, no need to try,
Just truth beneath the burning sky.
Under the bonfire sky,
Where the world said goodbye.
Ashes on skin, hearts collide,
Something woke that never died.
Under the bonfire sky,
No words, no reason why.
Only the sound of being alive,
Under the bonfire sky.
And when the morning cut the blue,
The smoke still whispered, “It was you.”
No one would ever see that fire,
But both still burned with quiet desire.
Under the bonfire sky,
Where youth will never die.
They touched the stars, they lost the night,
And found themselves in fading light.
Under the bonfire sky,
No fear, no reason why.
Only the sound of being alive,
Under the bonfire sky.
09 - My Name Is Trace
The sun was falling, the day was kind,
Laughter still echoing in his mind.
A perfect season, fragile and rare,
A fleeting world built on borrowed air.
But the street was lined with shadows wide,
Cardboard dreams stacked side by side.
A mother’s tears, a father’s stare,
The engine running, waiting there.
My name is Trace, he whispers low,
And he can’t make his footsteps go.
A thousand towns, a thousand ends,
Every dream too sharp to mend.
The house is hollow, the night is near,
He drowns in silence, frozen here.
My name is Trace,
My name is Trace,
Every place won’t let me grow.
The truck was filled with the weight of years,
All their ghosts and broken fears.
The walls were bare, the echoes gone,
Another story moving on.
He stood alone, the world erased,
Every hope undone, displaced.
The fragile boy, too tired to run,
Now stares into the setting sun.
My name is Trace, he whispers low,
And he can’t make his footsteps go.
A thousand towns, a thousand ends,
Every dream too sharp to mend.
The house is hollow, the night is near,
He drowns in silence, frozen here.
My name is Trace,
My name is Trace,
Every place won’t let me grow.
A season bright has come undone,
The fleeting joy already gone.
His heart was full, now torn apart,
A shattered song, a broken start.
My name is Trace, the fragile sound,
A restless soul without a ground.
A thousand towns, a thousand ends,
Every dream too sharp to mend.
The road is calling, dark and cold,
Another story left untold.
My name is Trace, with tears that stay,
And all his dreams are washed away.
My name is Trace,
My name is Trace,
Every place won’t let me grow.
10 - One Season Face
From the garden’s edge, they stood so still,
Watching silence bend to the engine’s will.
Boxes packed, the night drew near,
Every sound dissolved in fear.
Through the window, eyes were wide,
A fragile boy he couldn’t hide.
Hands pressed faint against the glass,
Moments fading far too fast.
They saw Trace drift away,
The car swallowed up the day.
A face that lingers, soft, undone,
One season lost, one fleeting sun.
They saw Trace drift away,
Nothing left for them to say.
Just a memory they can’t replace,
One season, one fragile face.
The street grew empty, the air turned thin,
A story closed before it could begin.
No final word, no promised call,
Just the shadow of it all.
And from a distance, they remained,
With silent echoes, love unnamed.
The boy was gone, the dream erased,
But still their heart recalls his face.
They watched Trace drive away,
The car swallowed the day.
A face that remains, soft, undone,
A lost season, a fleeting sun.
They watched Trace drive away,
Nothing more to say.
Just a memory they can't replace,
A season, a fragile face.
Some loves don't last, never stay,
They're written quickly and then taken away.
But still the soul, it keeps that flame,
Whispering Trace's name softly.
Your name is Trace, the one who's gone,
A face that remains, soft, undone,
A lost season, a fleeting sun.
Your name is Trace,
Your name is Trace,
Forever night, no more day.
