Vol. 1 is here, friends! 🎹 I wrote this one for everyone who's ever landed in a brand-new city with boxes on the sidewalk and no idea which bus goes where — because "nobody knows me here" can flip into something better: the city hasn't met me yet. It's a golden-hour walk home in song form — quiet verses that lift into a chorus you can sing right there at the crosswalk. If you're starting over somewhere new, this one's yours: you're not lost, you're early.

Haven't Met Me Yet — Nora (Vol. 1)

[Verse 1] Boxes on the sidewalk, my name in blue A key I keep checking, a hallway view At the corner café, I take my time Window seat, warm cup, no place in mind The street signs blur when I walk back But I like the sun on the cardboard stack

[Pre-Chorus] Nobody knows me, not yet, not quite So I practice my name in the crosswalk light One small thing, then one thing more A key in the lock, a hand on the door

[Chorus] I'm not lost, I'm early — the city hasn't met me yet There's a whole wide afternoon and I haven't spent it yet One bus route, one window, one name in the air Little by little, I'm calling this city home No grand introduction, no big drumroll, just me Learning how to take up space on an ordinary street

[Verse 2] Route 8 runs by the river, now I know where to stand I tap my card like I had it all planned On the roof after six, the breeze flips my page I laugh and let it tumble away She gets my order right, I get my favorite chair The city through the bus glass doesn't feel so bare

[Pre-Chorus] Some turns still fool me, some doors still stick But I know which crosswalk gets the sun by six One small thing, then one thing more A wave at the window, a hand on the door

[Chorus] I'm not lost, I'm early — the city hasn't met me yet There's a whole wide afternoon and I haven't spent it yet One bus route, one window, one name in the air Little by little, I'm calling this city home No grand introduction, no big drumroll, just me Learning how to take up space on an ordinary street

[Bridge] Thursday was the hard one, I'll say it plain Wrong bus, wet sneakers, dinner from a can I missed my mother's kitchen, missed my old front door Cried into my sleeve on the bedroom floor No big speech, no movie scene Just coffee in the morning and a face washed clean I didn't fix the whole day, I did the next small thing And that was enough, that was everything

[Final Chorus] I'm not lost, I'm early — the city hasn't met me yet Golden on the crosswalk, with a little daylight left One bus route, one window, one name in the air Little by little, I've been calling it home No grand introduction, just a week of little steps The day is done, I'm standing, smiling — and I'm not finished yet

[Outro] Nora, on the new street Say it once, say it clear Window seat, key in hand I'm early — and I'm here Golden crosswalk, one more small thing done I'm early — and I'm here

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AI disclosure: Nora is a virtual artist. Lyrics, composition and artwork are created with AI tools.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Boxes on the sidewalk, my name in blue
A key I keep checking, a hallway view
At the corner café, I take my time
Window seat, warm cup, no place in mind
The street signs blur when I walk back
But I like the sun on the cardboard stack

[Pre-Chorus]

Nobody knows me, not yet, not quite
So I practice my name in the crosswalk light
One small thing, then one thing more
A key in the lock, a hand on the door

[Chorus]

I'm not lost, I'm early — the city hasn't met me yet
There's a whole wide afternoon and I haven't spent it yet
One bus route, one window, one name in the air
Little by little, I'm calling this city home
No grand introduction, no big drumroll, just me
Learning how to take up space on an ordinary street

[Verse 2]

Route 8 runs by the river, now I know where to stand
I tap my card like I had it all planned
On the roof after six, the breeze flips my page
I laugh and let it tumble away
She gets my order right, I get my favorite chair
The city through the bus glass doesn't feel so bare

[Pre-Chorus]

Some turns still fool me, some doors still stick
But I know which crosswalk gets the sun by six
One small thing, then one thing more
A wave at the window, a hand on the door

[Chorus]

I'm not lost, I'm early — the city hasn't met me yet
There's a whole wide afternoon and I haven't spent it yet
One bus route, one window, one name in the air
Little by little, I'm calling this city home
No grand introduction, no big drumroll, just me
Learning how to take up space on an ordinary street

[Bridge]

Thursday was the hard one, I'll say it plain
Wrong bus, wet sneakers, dinner from a can
I missed my mother's kitchen, missed my old front door
Cried into my sleeve on the bedroom floor
No big speech, no movie scene
Just coffee in the morning and a face washed clean
I didn't fix the whole day, I did the next small thing
And that was enough, that was everything

[Final Chorus]

I'm not lost, I'm early — the city hasn't met me yet
Golden on the crosswalk, with a little daylight left
One bus route, one window, one name in the air
Little by little, I've been calling it home
No grand introduction, just a week of little steps
The day is done, I'm standing, smiling — and I'm not finished yet

[Outro]

Nora, on the new street
Say it once, say it clear
Window seat, key in hand
I'm early — and I'm here
Golden crosswalk, one more small thing done
I'm early — and I'm here