Dusty Bottles

[Intro] Mmm, yeah, clean it out... Oh-ho, alright... [Verse 1] Old jeans in the corner, faded by the sun, Stacks of letters, ain't opened not one. Each item a memory, each dust a tale, Clearing out the cobwebs from my life’s stale trail. (Yeah, yeah) [Pre-Chorus 1] Gotta wash away the old, let the new tales be told, Can’t hold onto the past, make room for a life that’s bold. (That's right) [Chorus 1] Dusty bottles on the shelf, ain’t just gonna clean itself, Time to break the glass, free at last, free at last, Dance away the old dust, in new dreams, I trust. (Hey, hey) [Verse 2] Found a box of vinyls, beneath the creaky stairs, Songs of blues and heartaches, echoes of past flares. Oh, the music plays as I throw things away, The melody of moving on, oh I’ll sway today. (Come on now) [Pre-Chorus 2] Let go of those old fears, wipe away the stored-up tears, In the heart of my home, I'm setting new frontiers. (Oh yeah) [Chorus 2] Breaking old ties, under open skies, Dusty bottles, goodbye cries, Finding my peace, without any lies, oh why. (Oh, tell it) [Saxophone Solo] [Verse 3] [Saxophone Solo] Pictures in frames, won’t look at them the same, Each a chapter ending, as I fan the new flame. Shadows dance as I take this chance, To renovate my soul, in this renewal dance. (Let’s move) [Pre-Chorus 3] It’s a heavy lift, with each memory I sift, But the lighter I feel, the more my spirits lift. (Yeah, lift it up) [Chorus 3] Clear out the old, let the new take hold, Dusty bottles, stories retold, In the echoes of the old, the new life unfolds. (Right on, right on) [Harmonica Solo] [Verse 4] From the attic to the basement, each corner’s a testament, To the life I’ve lived and the time I’ve spent. But now it’s time to pave, a new path I crave, From the dusty bottles, I rise, I wave. (Here I go) [Pre-Chorus 4] Throwing out the clutter, my heart no longer flutters, In this cleared space, my soul utters. (Whisper it now) [Chorus 4] Goodbye to the dusty old, hello to the bold, Cleaning out my life, it’s a story retold, Watch me step into the light, feeling right, feeling bright. (Feeling bright!) [Harmonica Solo] [Bridge] [Harmonica Solo] In every old note, in every worn coat, There’s a song that floats, From dusty bottles, life rewrites the quotes. (Ahh, sing it) [Outro] So I’ll pack up these boxes, with all their old locks, And greet the new dawn, barefoot on the rocks. Mmm, yeah, stepping new, stepping true... (Here we go) Oh yes, here we go... [End]