On a lonely road where shadows sigh,
The rusted wheel keeps turning, oh, my,
With a howling breeze whispering through,
It carries tales of the old and true.
My tired feet, they drag along,
Searching for a place where I belong,
Each step echoes in the hollow sky,
Where dreams once soared, but now they die.
The silver strings of the moonlight glow,
Play a melody that I used to know,
But silence falls as I tread this path,
Haunted by the ghosts of my past laugh.
A train's distant wail breaks the night,
Fading away into the edge of sight,
Just like the hopes that I chased away,
Leaving me with this heart's decay.
So I’ll sing to the stars that refuse to shine,
Pour my soul into this old bottle of wine,
Let the rusted wheel roll 'neath the pale moon's glow,
While the howling breeze carries my sorrow low.
When the morning comes, and the darkness fades,
I’ll gather the pieces, the lost serenades,
For tired feet might rest, yet the journey goes on,
In the empty echoes, I’ll find where I belong.
In the hollow sky, where the silence speaks,
I’ll make my peace with all the lost weeks,
As the silver strings fade into the dawn,
I’ll keep on rolling till my song is gone.
Blues
Rusted wheel, howling breeze, tired feet, silver strings, hollow sky