Edgewood's Horizon: A Future Unwritten

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The coffee is warm in my hands. 
This porch swing still groans the same note it did in 2005.
The big oak, its roots cracking the city's sidewalk, that's my landmark.
Before, the loudest sound was the eight o'clock MARTA pulling away from Edgewood-Candler Park station, a gentle rumble.
A predictable rhythm.

[Chorus]
But the horizon is restless now.
A new skyline of yellow cranes and the sharp smell of fresh-cut pine.
They are drawing new maps right over my old memories.
A future unwritten, rising right across the street.

[Verse 2]
I watch them in the late afternoon sun.
Earbuds in, running the Eastside Trail like it's always been there.
Their dogs have names I don't know yet, pulling on expensive leashes.
They come back from the Retail District, car trunks full of things in bright red boxes.
They call the little bungalows 'charming.'
They take pictures of the peeling paint.

[Chorus]
Because the horizon is restless now.
A new skyline of yellow cranes and the sharp smell of fresh-cut pine.
They are drawing new maps right over my old memories.
A future unwritten, rising right across the street.

[Bridge]
I remember hearing about Joel Hurt's wires, how they brought the first big change.
A different century's progress.
They said it connected everything, made it all accessible.
I wonder who they asked back then. 
Whose front porch was the first to go?
Whose voice is just a ghost sign on a brick wall, whispering to the new glass?
Whose story is missing from the architect's final blueprint?

[Outro]
The sun sets behind the half-finished townhome.
The work crews are gone for the night.
My porch light hums on.
The horizon is still there.
Just… taller now.
And still unwritten.
For better.
Or for worse.