In the corner of my mind, I hear a dusty rhythm,
Like a whisper in the shadows, calling me to listen.
The hollow tides roll in, pulling at my soul,
With every crest and fall, I feel it take its toll.
There's a velvet ache won't leave, it haunts me deep inside,
Like a ghostly serenade, where all my secrets hide.
In the smoky hum of twilight, I find my way to roam,
With restless echoes guiding, I search for a place called home.
The somber strings are playing, a tune so bittersweet,
As I weave through the alleys where the broken-hearted meet.
Beneath the shadowed glow of a faded streetlamp's light,
I lose myself in memories, chasing dreams lost to the night.
With every step I take, I'm dancing with the pain,
The dusty rhythm keeps me in a sultry, soulful chain.
And though the world feels heavy, I'll carry on somehow,
For every sorrow leads me to the beauty of the now.
So I’ll sing my song of heartache, let the blues become my friend,
In this life of restless echoes, there’s a comfort in the end.
Though the fleeting moments fade, and the dreams just slip away,
In the dusty rhythm of the night, I find my strength to stay.
When the morning light arrives, and the shadows start to fade,
I'll cherish every note, in the music we have made.
And as I walk this winding road, with every step I own,
I'll hold the dusty rhythm close, for in it, I am home.
Blues
Dusty rhythm, hollow tides, velvet ache, shadowed glow, somber strings, smoky hum, restless echoes