I'm standing in the shadows, where the old tracks lie,
Dust in the air, and I just can’t cry,
That freight train's whistle, it cuts right through,
Singing my sorrow, and oh, it feels so true.
Each night it rolls in, like a ghost from the past,
Bringing back the memories, too heavy to last,
The pain's like a river that won’t ever dry,
And I’m lost on this journey, just trying to get by.
Down on the corner where the faded dreams meet,
I sit with my bottle, trying to find my feet,
That freight train keeps moving, what am I to do?
Every mile it travels takes me further from you.
The dust settles softly, like time on my soul,
Every ache, every heartbeat feels out of control,
But I hold onto shadows, they whisper your name,
In this heavy silence, it's driving me insane.
The whistle’s a warning, that life won't stand still,
Each stop that it makes, it's bending my will,
But I’ll ride those rails, chasing down the pain,
As the midnight moon rises, there’s hope in the rain.
So here’s to the freight, and the love that we knew,
Though the tracks may be broken, I’ll carry it through,
In the dust of tomorrow, I’ll make a new start,
With the echoes of love still alive in my heart.
Yeah, I'll chase that train until my last breath,
Through shadows and sorrows, even with brokenness,
For there's beauty in pain, a story to tell,
As I ride on this journey, I know I'll be well.
Blues
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