I've been walking these dusty roads,
In these worn shoes that feel like chains,
The sunset's pouring whiskey haze,
As I drown my hopes in the pouring rain.
Each step's a silent prayer I make,
For a love that seems to fade away,
With aching miles beneath my feet,
I search for peace at the end of the day.
The shadows whisper secrets in the night,
They haunt me like a ghost of my past,
Every mile reminds me of a time,
When the love we had was built to last.
But the bottle's got a grip on my soul,
And the nights get darker with every drink,
The dreams I had slip through my fingers,
While I stand here lost, unable to think.
So I’ll keep on traveling, chasing a sign,
With these weary shoes that know my name,
Through the whiskey haze where the heartache lies,
I'll find my way back to the light from the flame.
And if tomorrow brings a brighter dawn,
I’ll hold that hope within my heart,
For every dusty road I've wandered down,
Will lead me back to where love can start.
So here's to the journey, the trials I've faced,
To the silent prayers I've whispered in vain,
With every aching mile I’ve walked alone,
I'll find my way home through the joy and the pain.
Blues
Dusty roads, worn shoes, whiskey haze, silent prayer, aching miles
Blues
Dusty roads, worn shoes, whiskey haze, silent prayer, aching miles