The stars shine bright on this lonesome highway,
Where the whispering winds sing an old cowboy's tune,
Underneath the cedar trees, I find my place,
In the glow of the campfire smoke, I chase the moon.
With my trusty cowboy hat, I tip it low,
To the ghosts of old legends who traveled through night,
A wandering soul with a heart full of dreams,
Lost in the silence that feels so right.
Oh, the stories I've told to the shadows around,
All the miles I've wandered, yet nowhere to stay,
In the crackle of flames, I hear their sweet sound,
As they dance with the memories of yesterday.
There’s freedom in the skies when the sun’s going down,
As I ride on these trails, they lead me back home,
With the scent of the earth wrapped in night's velvet gown,
I’m just a lone traveler, no need to roam.
The laughter of friends echoes soft in the dark,
As I gather my thoughts by this flickering light,
Each ember tells secrets, igniting a spark,
Like the fire in my heart that will never dim bright.
So here on this lonesome stretch, I’ll carve my own path,
With the cedar trees standing like sentinels tall,
From the campfire smoke, I will craft my goodbyes,
To a wandering soul who’s ready to fall.
With dreams in my pocket and hope in my heart,
I’ll chase down the dawn on these endless plains,
Knowing that every journey is a work of art,
And the road home will find me wherever I’ve strayed.
So I’ll tip my hat once more to the stars above,
As I breathe in the night with a heart full of grace,
With the warmth of the fire and the peace that I love,
I am home on this lonesome highway, my place.
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Lonesome highway, cedar trees, cowboy hat, campfire smoke, wandering soul