Ghost Signal

[Verse 1]
Mister Alistair on the Pio Nono bus stop bench,
Scratches at the dust on a cracked-glass screen.
The August air, thick as molasses and sweat,
He's planting old songs in a field of green.

[Chorus]
And the title just reads "For When You Come Back Home,"
A ghost signal glowing in the data stream alone.

[Verse 2]
He drags a slow song from nineteen-seventy-four
To a patch of dry code where a memory could root.
"She always said, 'Honey, play that one once more,'"
Now he's tending the silence, harvesting the mute.

[Chorus]
And the title just reads "For When You Come Back Home,"
A ghost signal glowing in the data stream alone.

[Bridge]
It ain't just a list that his tired thumb scrolls,
It's a digital garden for a long-gone soul,
A quiet testimony for the clay-heavy toll.

[Outro]
Come back home...
Come back...