[Verse 1]

Found a box in the thrift store aisle

Old maps

Old notes

Someone’s crooked smile

Polaroids stuck with a coffee stain

Half a name on the back

Half a train

[Chorus]

These second-hand constellations

Strangers’ stars in my hands

Little lives in the margins

Ticket stubs

Rubber bands

I trace their roads like equations

Guess the songs that they sang

Second-hand constellations

But the dots feel the same

[Verse 2]

There’s a letter dated ’92

“Don’t wait up

I’ll be home by two”

Never signed

Nеver even sеnt

Folded twice

Like a compliment

[Chorus]

These second-hand constellations

Strangers’ stars in my hands

Little lives in the margins

Ticket stubs

Rubber bands

I trace their roads like equations

Guess the songs that they sang

Second-hand constellations

But the dots feel the same

[Bridge]

Maybe they’re out there

Grown and gray

Or sitting three streets down today (oh)

They’ll never know I hold their sky

On a dusty shelf

Beside mine

[Chorus]

These second-hand constellations

Strangers’ stars in my hands

Little lives in the margins

Ticket stubs

Rubber bands

I trace their roads like equations

Guess the songs that we sang

Second-hand constellations

All our dots feel the same