Verse 1 The rain had stopped an hour before, Leaving silver rivers on the avenue. Neon signs reflected in the pavement, Every colour looked like it belonged to another life. He stepped from a black sedan, A folded envelope in his coat. No name. No return address. Only one line written inside… “Midnight. The Blue Meridian.” Inside the club the lights were low. The band played like they knew every secret in the room. Then she appeared… Not looking for attention, Not hiding from it either. She crossed the room as though she’d already chosen her destination. Chorus Some people meet by chance, Some people meet by design. Maybe the night was writing a story, Long before your hand found mine. Don’t ask who I used to be. Don’t ask what I’ve left behind. If tomorrow changes everything, Tonight… we’re only borrowing time. Verse 2 She smiled before she spoke. “I wondered how long it would take.” He froze. “You were expecting someone else?” She laughed… “No… I was expecting you.” The music never stopped, But somehow the room disappeared. Only two glasses… Two strangers… And questions that refused to stay unanswered. Pre-Chorus Every answer opened another door. Every truth carried another lie. Still neither one walked away. Chorus Some people meet by chance, Some people meet by design. Every heartbeat draws a picture No photograph could ever find. Don’t ask what tomorrow brings. Don’t ask where the road may wind. The city can forget our names… But it won’t erase tonight. Verse 3 She unfolded the envelope. Inside was an old photograph. The two of them… Standing together… Twenty years earlier. He whispered, “That’s impossible.” She turned it over. Written in fading ink… “Find each other again.” Neither remembered the picture. Neither remembered the day. Yet every face around them seemed to know exactly who they were. Instrumental Break (Extended bass groove, Rhodes improvisation, saxophone solo, whispered vocal harmonies.) Verse 4 They walked beneath empty streetlights. Every block looked strangely familiar. Every doorway felt remembered. The city wasn’t leading them somewhere new… It was leading them back. At sunrise they reached an abandoned railway station. A single train stood waiting. No passengers. No conductor. Its destination board simply read… HOME She looked at him. “We’ve done this before.” He answered softly, “I think we’ve been trying to finish this story our whole lives.” Final Chorus Some people meet forever. Some people meet one night. Maybe every lifetime circles back Until the timing feels just right. If the morning steals our memories, If the years erase the signs, Listen for this melody… We’ll always find each other… No footprints… After midnight. Outro The train disappeared into the dawn. The station became empty once more. Only the music remained… Waiting for two strangers… To remember again.
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