[Verse] Cobblestones gleam beneath a gray-lit sky, Steam rising where the old men sit and sigh. A coffee cup, half-forgotten, cold and deep, While stories drift like smoke from a paper sleeve. [Pre-Chorus] They speak in whispers, low and slow, Of love that burned and couldn’t grow. Each word a scar, each pause a prayer— Time’s quiet keeper, standing there. [Chorus] Oh, wisdom drips in rain-slick veins, On corners where the past remains. No grand names, just echoes in the downpour, Love lived hard and lost, but still it’s found— In every drop that falls on dusty ground. [Verse] A coat hung on a rusted fence, still warm with sun, A watch with no hands, yet time has been. He taps his pipe and smiles with eyes like years, Says, “Child, the heart remembers what the mind forgets, my dear.” [Pre-Chorus] They speak in whispers, low and slow, Of love that burned and couldn’t grow. Each word a scar, each pause a prayer— Time’s quiet keeper, standing there. [Chorus] Oh, wisdom drips in rain-slick veins, On corners where the past remains. No grand names, just echoes in the downpour, Love lived hard and lost, but still it’s found— In every drop that falls on dusty ground. [Bridge] And when the streetlamps flicker, dim and low, I swear I hear a voice I used to know. Not from the past, but from my own heart’s deep— A moment, a breath, a truth I never kept. [Outro] Rain on the corner… Wisdom on the stone… Love in the weather, And a story never shown.