Down those gravel roads where the shadows play,
The country air whispers what words can’t say.
With each gust of wind, I catch your refrain,
In the heart of the night, I feel all the pain.
The distant horizon, where the skies touch the earth,
Reminds me of moments that hold so much worth.
Each twinkle above, like a spark in my chest,
Is a reminder of how I’m longing for rest.
I drive under stars that have seen better days,
With memories dancing in the soft moonlight’s haze.
Each mile that I travel pulls me back to your face,
But the silence is loud; it’s a bittersweet chase.
The crickets are singing the songs that we wrote,
In this wide-open space, where lost lovers float.
But the road keeps on winding, as I reach for the past,
In the comfort of gravel, I’m learning to last.
Though the world spins around me, I stand still in time,
For all of this longing is a sweet, sorrowed rhyme.
So I’ll chase the horizon, until morning’s embrace,
With the wind at my back, and the stars in their place.
As the dawn breaks the silence, I find what is true,
In the quiet of country, I’m still missing you.
But I’ll keep on rolling, through the heartache and light,
With the sound of the gravel, beneath this starry night.
Country
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