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Rio Terrace • AI

A Journey Through Crooked Streets

Bossanova • 2026 • 3:57

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[Verse 1] You left a paper boat beside the window pane A map of folded corners, a little crooked rain I found it in the afternoon, still holding your blue line Pointing past the garden wall to somewhere out of time [Chorus] Take the long way home tonight Past the park and painted signs If the road forgets our names We can make up better ones this time Take the long way home tonight Let the quiet change our minds There are stories in the smallest turns Waiting where the sidewalks wind [Verse 2] A tailor on the corner pinned a silver thread To mend the loose horizon hanging over someone's head The radio was murmuring from an open second floor And a child drew seven planets on the pavement by the door [Chorus] Take the long way home tonight Past the park and painted signs If the road forgets our names We can make up better ones this time Take the long way home tonight Let the quiet change our minds There are stories in the smallest turns Waiting where the sidewalks wind [Breakdown] No need to hurry No need to explain The world keeps opening After every change [Bridge] When the paper boat gets carried by the rain When the blue line disappears and starts again Keep a little room for what we cannot plan A different kind of answer in the palm of your hand [Final Chorus] Take the long way home tonight Past the park and painted signs If the road forgets our names We can make up better ones this time Take the long way home tonight Let the quiet change our minds There are stories in the smallest turns Waiting where the sidewalks wind [Outro] You left a paper boat beside the window pane I set it on the sill and watched it sail again

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