I've been walking down these dusty trails,
With a torn letter that tells my tales.
Through the aching blues of a long, lost night,
I search for a spark in the fading light.
The memories linger like a soft, sweet tune,
Beneath the watchful eye of a silvered moon.
Whiskey fire warms my weary soul,
But it’s the heart that holds me, keeps me whole.
In the shadows where the moonlight falls,
I hear your laughter echo off these walls.
Each sip I take feels like a fading glance,
A fleeting moment, a broken romance.
The wind whispers secrets from days gone by,
With every breath, another quiet sigh.
Your ghost lingers in every smoky haze,
I’m lost in the shuffle of these endless days.
But I keep on strumming these weary strings,
Hoping to find what tomorrow brings.
With every note, this pain I embrace,
Searching for comfort in the empty space.
So I’ll raise my glass to the love we shared,
To the laughs and the tears that left me scared.
As the moonlit shadows dance and sway,
I’ll hold on tight, but let you drift away.
Now the bottle runs empty, just a memory near,
Of dusty trails and a love once clear.
With a final sigh, I remember it all,
And let the whiskey fire help me stand tall.
Blues
Dusty trails, torn letter, aching blues, whiskey fire, moonlit shadow
Blues
Dusty trails, torn letter, aching blues, whiskey fire, moonlit shadow