Is it too late to find my way
On these dusty roads we used to stray?
Every mile is a whisper of what’s gone,
Echoes of laughter where the shadows long.
Running wild beneath that endless sky,
With freedom dancing in our eyes,
But the more I chase, the more I lose,
Each step I take is a choice to choose.
Heartache rides like a ghost beside me,
Chasing the sun but it won't set me free,
In the rearview mirror, I see your face,
A haunting light in this empty space.
Lost in the winding paths of regret,
With dreams of us, I can’t forget,
But the journey flows like the rivers do,
And every turn leads me back to you.
So I’ll sing for the nights we felt alive,
Where love was the storm and we learned to thrive,
But with every heartbeat, I feel the cost,
In the beauty of freedom, sometimes we’re lost.
Maybe one day, I’ll find my way back,
To the trails we wandered, the sun in the track,
Yet I’ll hold onto the moments we stole,
For in dusty roads, I find my soul.
As I chase the horizon, my heart still yearns,
For all that we had and the lessons learned,
In the whisper of dusk, I hear a song,
A reminder that in losing, we still belong.
Indie
Road, dust, freedom, heartache, lost