Out on the range where the cold winds blow,
I hear that lonesome whistle, it cuts right through my soul.
With a broken saddle and an empty bottle in my hand,
I'm just a weary drifter, lost in this empty land.
The prairie skies stretch wide and free,
But all I see are shadows, and they’re closing in on me.
Each star above is a memory I can't outrun,
Chasing down a heartache tune, when the day's all said and done.
The campfire's fading, like the dreams we had so bright,
Now it's just a flicker, in the deep and quiet night.
Those roads we traveled, oh, they twist and turn,
But the lessons haunt me like a flame that will not burn.
So I ride alone through these fields of doubt,
With every gallop, I can hear the ghosts shout.
They whisper of a love that slipped right through my hands,
In the rearview mirror of this lost and lonesome land.
Time moves like molasses, ever slow to heal,
With each passing moment, can I still feel?
That lonesome whistle keeps on echoing my pain,
Down the dirt road memories, I can’t seem to contain.
But if the stars align and the moon wears a smile,
Maybe I can find my way back, if only for a while.
I'll gather up the pieces of this heart that I once knew,
And write a brand new melody, from the ashes I’ll renew.
So here's to broken saddles and empty bottles too,
To the prairie skies that taught me how to break through.
With the promise of tomorrow, I'll heal my old wounds,
As the lonesome whistle fades into a brand new tune.
For every heartache has its song, and every song must end,
I’ll carry forth the memories, but my spirit will transcend.
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