I'm walking down this lonely highway tonight,
The cold wind whispers secrets I can’t ignore,
With broken strings playing blues that I once wore.
Stars are hiding, shadows creep,
Haunting memories I can't keep,
The whispers of the night's despair,
Taking me back to when you were there.
Rolling wheels on the asphalt groove,
Each mile a reminder that I gotta move,
And every note from my old guitar,
Is a cry for freedom, a wish on a star.
Empty bottle, where is my friend?
This journey feels like a road without end,
The fading moonlight casts its cold glow,
On the heartache that no one else could know.
Echoes of laughter fade into the air,
As I strum my strings with a heavy stare,
The songs we sang now just ghosts in the night,
But I carry your spirit, holding on tight.
Slow down, baby, let the wind blow free,
With every heartbeat, it's you and me,
Take this sorrow, make it sing,
In the silence of shadows, let the blues take wing.
Empty bottle, you've seen me crawl,
Through the darkest nights, I've felt it all,
But as the dawn breaks and the memories blur,
I’m learning to dance with the pain that was her.
So I’ll keep moving down this winding road,
With broken strings and stories untold,
And when the world feels heavy and tight,
I'll find my way home in the fading moonlight.
Blues
Empty bottle, cold wind, broken strings, lonely highway, fading moonlight