In the stillness of the night, I feel that slow rhythm play,
With your memory haunting me, as the shadows drift away,
Oh, this raw pain cuts deeper than the midnight's silent song,
When I reach out for you, girl, I find that you’ve been gone.
Fleeting time moves so gently on this worn-out, empty road,
Every mile a whisper of the love we used to hold,
But the blue horizon beckons, with promises of light,
Yet my heart is wrapped in darkness, longing for the fight.
The clock ticks on, my friend, as the morning sun will rise,
But there’s no joy in the dawning, just a clouded pair of eyes,
I’m walking through this silence, with shadows by my side,
These empty arms are aching, for the warmth of love denied.
Days turn into echoes, that call me to the past,
In the corners of my heart, your laughter’s fading fast,
When the wind begins to whisper, I can hear your name again,
But it’s a fleeting, ghostly presence—like a long-lost friend.
Oh, the blue horizon’s calling, with dreams I can’t ignite,
Each step I take feels heavier, in the blankets of the night,
Let the world keep on turning, while I search for the balm,
‘Cause these empty arms are pleading, for a moment’s lasting calm.
So I’ll write my blues and ballads, let the pain flow like the tide,
In this smoky, dim-lit corner, where my heart and soul collide,
Though the rhythm’s slow and weary, and the world may feel unkind,
I’ll find strength in this darkness, knowing love’s not hard to find.
And when the stars start shining, painting colors in the sky,
I’ll hold on to that blue horizon, letting go of every sigh,
With each note I keep playing, I’ll find peace at last,
Even lonely empty arms can learn to heal from the past.
Blues
Slow rhythm, raw pain, empty arms, fleeting time, blue horizon
Blues
Slow rhythm, raw pain, empty arms, fleeting time, blue horizon