Lyrics
(intro)
In the quiet of the night, he steps through the veil, A wanderer lost in time, chasing echoes of a tale. His pocket watch swings like a pendulum’s sway, Guiding him to moments long past, where memories lay.
(verse 2)
He dances with the stars, twirls with ancient trees, A spectral waltz across centuries, carried by the breeze. The moon whispers secrets, the constellations weep, As he weaves through history’s fabric, both shallow and deep.
(chorus)
Oh, the Time Traveler’s Ballad, a haunting refrain, Notes written in sepia ink, etched on the astral plane. He sings of love unfulfilled, battles fought in vain, And the ache of leaving footsteps where no one remains.
(verse 3)
He meets a Renaissance painter, brush strokes ablaze, Capturing a muse’s smile, lost in a golden haze. Then stumbles upon a Viking ship, sails taut with dreams, Salt-kissed winds whispering tales of distant realms.
(verse 4)
He shares a fire with cavemen, their eyes wide with wonder, Passing on the spark of curiosity, lightning and thunder. Through Byzantine mosaics and Mayan glyphs, he roams, A troubadour of time, weaving stories into ancient tomes.
(chorus)
Oh, the Time Traveler’s Ballad, a haunting refrain, Notes written in sepia ink, etched on the astral plane. He sings of love unfulfilled, battles fought in vain, And the ache of leaving footsteps where no one remains.
(Bridge)
But every leap fractures his heart, leaves scars unseen, For he glimpses futures too—a world yet to convene. He witnesses our struggles, our triumphs, our strife, A witness to humanity’s dance across the tapestry of life.
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
Oh, the Time Traveler’s Ballad, a haunting refrain, Notes written in sepia ink, etched on the astral plane. He sings of love unfulfilled, battles fought in vain, And the ache of leaving footsteps where no one remains.
(Outro)
As dawn approaches, he steps back into the shadows, His worn boots treading the fine line between yesterdays and tomorrows. The Time Traveler’s Ballad echoes through the ages, A melody of longing, stitched into the cosmic pages.
