[Verse] Every ticket’s got a story tucked inside its fold, Stamped with dates and places that I used to know so well. From rusted rails to smoky trains, I watched the world go by, Saving every little stub—oh, the tales they’ve got to tell. [Pre-Chorus] A lifetime in my pocket, memories to share, Folded edges, worn-out ink, reminders everywhere. [Chorus] Hold on tight to those paper trails, The journeys that we never fail. From one town to the next, we ride, With hearts as strong as steel inside. Saving every ticket stub, Every mile, every love. Oh, these little pieces of my past, A story meant to last. [Verse] Whistles blowing, morning light, the rhythm of the track, I’d punch each pass with steady hands, no moment going back. Now in boxes lined with dust, those tickets shine like gold, A map of dreams, a life well-lived, those memories I hold. [Pre-Chorus] The echoes of the rails call out, a song I know so well, In every crease, a lifetime’s grace, a thousand tales to tell. [Chorus] Hold on tight to those paper trails, The journeys that we never fail. From one town to the next, we ride, With hearts as strong as steel inside. Saving every ticket stub, Every mile, every love. Oh, these little pieces of my past, A story meant to last. [Bridge] Through storms and sunshine, through night and day, Each stub a memory that won’t fade away. We danced between the rails, our spirits free, In every ticket, there’s a part of me. [Chorus] Hold on tight to those paper trails, The journeys that we never fail. From one town to the next, we ride, With hearts as strong as steel inside. Saving every ticket stub, Every mile, every love. Oh, these little pieces of my past, A story meant to last. [Outro] Saving every ticket stub, A story meant to last. In every fold, a lifetime told, A journey back to past.